MIDNIGHT AND THE MOON IS HIGH

MIDNIGHT AND THE MOON IS HIGH

Midnight and the moon is high,

Gibbous in the dark-blue sky,

Riding close to Scorpio,

Shining on the leaves below.

Frogs and crickets from long grasses

Sing for partners as night passes.

In the east the ghost clouds rise,

Billowing their moon-pale guise.

And the trees are dark and high

While a wallaby stands by

In a field that seems to shimmer

With a deep and hidden glimmer.

Autumn air imparts a sharpness.

Turning time closed summer darkness

That the nights of heat are lost

Faintly forecasts winter frost.

Still the earth seems all alive

With those secret lives that thrive

All apart from sun-proud day,

Living hidden and away-

Secret like the secret mind

Lying silent and behind,
Dreaming, nameless yet aware,

Working without thought-bright glare.

And the stars gleam in the darkness,

Voicing universal vastness,

Pointing light from secret sky...

Midnight and the moon is high.