A room lit by silent moonlight through a window,
a floor agleam as if frosted,
a bright moon aloft gazed at then longed for afar,
an autumn breeze rustling through reeds and rushes,
chirping crickets as night falls,
thoughts of homecoming travelers astride birds following crows,
restless cares and endless grief for missing loved ones, 
a wish to ride the wind and fly away, 
yet the moon may follow always.