The half-baked golden moon
In a star-struck star-spangled sky
That incontinence calling
To be at one with nature
A wee in the night
A wee long look at the night sky
Moonset at midnight
With October smelling of new-mown hay
Driving past presence
Escaping into the day
In touch with such wonderment
How can anyone believe
By Christ such wonderment
Oh, oh, what a relief
Moon after midnight
Golden orb of redness and light
Walking on globules of goodness
Opening to kindness, hidden deep
And distance for kindness
And, but words, for release
Walking in wonderment
Oh Christ, Christ, it is beginning to seep
