reaching for the moon

i plucked the moon
off the stem of God's hand
i planted it in
the secret garden of the heart.

i watered it with the loud echoes
& garnish colours of imagination.

i hoped it would grow
into a tree of life.

it sprouted into a briar

& the ram of my dreams..
caught it's horns in the thorns,
& became
a blood offering...

when i awoke
the moon was gone
there remained
the tears of God
like dew of the morning
on the leaves of my Eden
that had become
Gethsemane..

-Dr. Ng Kian Seng-