Do not look for me
in the time of darkness;
I no longer live in the moon.
Nor will you see me dance
upon sunbeams,
for I have walked along the path
to a place of new flowers.
New flowers, it is true, with no
intoxicating scent nor
dazzling hue
but without thorns
and stinging leaves.
The grass is not as lush
but it is soft underfoot
and my step is still springy.
Do not look for me there,
your eyes will not find me.
Francesca Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-no-longer-live-in-the-moon/
