evocative, a sense of loneliness about this even with the steadfast companionship of the moon–maybe the cold light, both of them wayfarers, no? I keep coming back to this haiku so I suspect there is much more going on than I've so far discovered…it haunts me. Thank you so much.
Lovely. Who, or what, is leaving? Is it the poet leaving the wayfarers chapel, and so also the moonlight shining through the glass walls of the wayfarers chapel?
Or the moonlight, leaving the chapel; maybe because clouds have covered the moon, or the angle of the moonlight changing as the night progresses?
rich with meaning.