At first he thought
It was a fairground attraction
A spectacularly lit, immense big wheel
He was not convinced, could it be a new
Regenerative East-Coast sculpture
A beacon across the North sea
Illumination for our European neighbours
He drove on confused, until the penny dropped
It was a slowly rising moon
A vast globe of reds and oranges
A fascinating image that got him rushing
To the nearest vantage point
Yet, just as that unfulfilling full eclipse of the sun
He had witnessed stood on the outfall of Dartmoor rock
Those seemingly few years ago
This transitory light also failed to hold its glow
He was in love back then
He is in love again now
He would care to believe more of love
Than in the intermittent light of sun or moon
