Great butter yellow moon,
Your skirts of gauzy clouds
Dressing your modest form,
Dance for me your slow chassé
Across the stage of raven-winged night.
Silently you watch the world
All quiet after day's turmoil
Waiting for the sun's long march
That sweeps all secrets from its path
And leaves behind the wreckage that you tend.
Mend my heart and the hearts of men
Damaged by sun's attendant toil.
Ease my way for a little while
And let us, for a time, forget
The restlessness of life's plight.
