The night was filled with the blood red moon
The dogs howled at the wind blowing in the palms
The unknowable pallor of vapors with voiceless roar
Passing over, and beyond, coming and going across the sky
Like gargantuan silent spirits of the ancient giants
Floating upon the black and gleaming -
Bottomless ocean of this flooding universe,
Casting the spell of sleep
Eclipsing all of the living
Who had toiled in the scenes of what had been
In the earlier day and evening
Lifting us like scraps of paper, leaves and dust
On to other places and times
Each like Noah in the arc of his
or her own bed
Where the color of emotions become tangible
There the past buffets each living soul
With activities, thoughts and fantasies
Whipped up in the whirlwind of unresolved wishes
Torment and anguish locked up together
With the impossible possibilities of the untamed mind
Then breaking through the night, dancing on the horizon
Like a wild fire, came the phoenix - dawn
Bringing in her mouth a sweet sprig of music
The gentle voices of a mother and son nearby
Each word a kindness with the power of light and peace
A release from the net of slumber
Up now, up!
Tear a hole in the sky
Pass through to the sun of life and day
O thank the King of the vast and glorious heavens
Who in His great mercy turns the world
And rolls away the shades of darkness
Like so many curtains and shrouds
Like an old garment no longer worthy regard -
Is tossed aside to the rag heap
The glory of the Moon and her companions is stripped away
Commanding the creatures of moonlight – Sleep!
So that we might rise again.
