Along by the darkness Crickets
yelled “Moon, hey great moon…” Along by the darkness Sprouts
with their such long arms The arms that let out their sigh so much as
lust
And the breeze
that is surrounded to mysterious and unknown God. And thousands of
latent lives in the undercover life of the soil In that migrant
luminous, phosphoric circle The glow worm being touched by the
solicitude for the wooden ceiling’s collapse The sweetheart beyond
the veil The pond’s frogs All together, all together blow by blow Yelled
up to the cockcrow ‘Moon, hey great moon…” Along by the darkness Moon
blazed in the windows Moon was in its own loneliness And burning
in its own goldish flames.
Rendition 
