Moon-Praising

As midnight approaches,
I sing the nightsong, formal prayer,
For the sake of our loved moon
Hovering in the darkened air.
Here it is, Mother, your tune:

All over the world, the tides
Turn in homage to your light.
All over the world, flowers
Open when sun has taken flight
To admit you into their bowers.

Your light is cooler than the sun's,
More loving to a woman's heart.
Your cycle ancient mysteries
At the center of all art
Epitomizes and embodies.

All over the world, hearts turn
To touch you and your grace.
All over the world, sleepers wake
To gaze upon your silent face,
A lily in a midnight lake.

Your light overfloods the world,
A miracle whether seen or unseen.
Your stillness creates the miracle
Wheeling in the dark serene,
And inspires lyrical

Songs as the midnight approaches.
The flowers sing the formal prayer;
And my woman's heart the moon
Seeks out upon dreams in the air,
And makes miracle of the tune.