WHITE MOON

WHITE MOON

High in the wide sky

rides the white moon,

gliding over

a world of night silences...

shining pale, white light,

defining the sight in another guise:

not the bright

reality of day sun,

the other side of life.

The other side of life

where shadow hides

a sightless light

and senses' might

seems insubstantial...

where midnight cloud's a wild romance,

and waters sparkle silver

and leaves are colourless and pale

and hills are spectred forms

and ground and tree

seem growing flow's transparency

within the sunless shade-

where sheens a lightless shine and silence seems a sound:

an almost remembered

and distant tune...

white moon,

white moon,

white moon.