The Moon

The Moon 12/20/02

Last night the moon was set like an eye of pearl

In the deepest of velvet space

And she rose free and clear like a clipper unfurled

Bright and perfect in circle and grace

And the lights on the houses are tiny and bright

As she moves like a queen in the sky

With a beauty unapproaching the tinsel of man

So serene, she ascends to her height;

So serene she will bow at the drapes of the land

This night the moon is set like an orb of pure gold 

In a cloak of vapor cloud

And her golden glows down like the seraphim’s aura

As I watch all transposed by her splendor

And the lights on the houses are tiny and bright

As she glories aglow in the background

With a light undefined by the tinsel of man

Muted music she’ll rise wondrous round

Undetected she’ll set, unalloyed by the land

O, I am stilled, transfixed by her way

By her eye,  as it opens and closes

By her modest apparel and whispering way

By her arcs and her unstudied poses

She is intent on her Tryst, all bright and slow

Or haloed with mist from below 

Commanding the backdrop, great stone on the wing

What sonatas and songs does she bring

A Queen ever true to her King

As clear as the face of the moon in its fullness

As opaque as the shades of the clouds

With a glow pouring down like seraphim’s auras

And I watch all transposed by her splendor

I watch all transposed by her splendor