Moon Glory The Harmonist 2020

Look here, soon the hand will announce midnight.
Your familiar toys, your beautiful room, your world now sunk in silvery shimmer.

Long ago, in distant Chinese waters, a foolish junk set out in search of silver by night.
Greedy and blinded, its crew ignored warnings.
Too intoxicated by the promising juice of that lychee fruit.

In the Golden Dragon, that ill-reputed dive of fortune seekers, they heard tales of wealth and power.
Stories of ylang-ylang so close, ready to grasp.

Neither family nor friend could hold them back.
All the men shed not a tear when they were pierced at sea.

And clear was the night!

In the darkest firmament, in musky freshness, a glaring moon lured them.

Enchanting was its initial jasmine.
They all willingly raised their arms, reaching for it with insatiable hands.

But the floral face of a grimace faded!

Violet honey first tasted their lips, so that their will was broken.
Blinded by the crystalline kiss, they overlooked the glaring snares of the silver creature.

Fear crawled up their bones.
But their fate was sealed.
And only a helpless scream sank in the sea of hungry blossoms.

With the waning moon, the ghostly junk reached the home harbor.
Its wood discolored and coated with an inhospitable glaze.

Their loved ones searched for them.

But only sweet mooncakes with the seal did they find.

And so they avoid the sea on those nights of the moon that promised them much and took everything.

For that seal was never tasted and has been despised to this day.

So sleep well, my dears.