This happens to be a short poem I wrote some time ago. Sadly, the formatting might be a bit off, but try to enjoy it anyway!

The Eight Phases of the Moon

Yin and Yang only met
each other once, in the peace
before Creation.

They carry a piece
of each other night and day
in an endless seach.

Kaguya-hime
shed sunset's royal mantle,
slipped into velvet.

Her shadow engulfed
the very heart of the world,
and bathed it in light.

Princes coveted
what even kings were denied --
Those pale silver eyes

swam in a sapphire
ocean a lifetime away,
recalling nothing.

Although the image
stirred some distant memory,
she brushed it aside.

--James Smith

The dream of the world
was written in Fuji's smoke,
and drowned in silence.

--真完--