iii.

flying over
the half harvest 
moon, tokyo 
sings beneath 
a sea of stars.

what started 
as a wish,
is born 
in the crisp
winter air.

floating 
with the waves,
over corals
and iridescent fish
on peace-time

beaches,
we find ourselves 
reveling in 
the sweetness,
the beauty,

thanking god,
the Universe,
anyone, everything,
for the simple joy
of it all. 

/lex