Reading, PA USA
The Spinning Moon, The Dreaming Heart
Doth the Moon spin silver threads of light,
to waken dreams of youth in sleeping night,
or quicken Love in Hearts that tread
'neath willow trees where leaves are shed ?
In Autumn darkness light will fall
through open window, 'gainst the wall.
And hush...the dew is gathered near
as though the evening sheds a tear
for soon the silver turns to gold,
the dawn doth come, the Sun is bold.
The spinning Moon, the dreaming Heart
in morning with the night they part
and waken to another day
in which the shadows stretch and play.
They reach, then meeting with all others.
The Sun and Moon are distant brothers;
one is rising, one receding.
These words no longer need repeating
for when the night begins again,
the day, these words will have to end.
June 9, 1987