Louder than the Moon

Louder than the Moon

The glow of moon sets me to musing
On moving in the distance of surprise.

Fear cannot conquer itself, you might think,
But how to know courage might also be
A subject to muse on and to fuse then
Your sorrow to the ilk of betrayal
Not searching for the end but the stop.

The glow of moon sets me again to musing
On moving surprise into the distance far.

Doing all I can to state what I mean
In the space around divided worries
I will not go beyond words to wield
The sword of hatred that may blind
Too many eyeballs blinkered by power.

The glow of moon musing sets me to wink
At surprising moves that go the distance.

After I learn to see and feel and know
My own will as it exerts itself strong
I will never sit in the same seat
Where wrong has overcome right—
Where night has pretended day.

The glowing moon is musing on me, inspiring
Distances with humble, intimate surprises.

I will question, I will inquire, I will query—
As I meditate on the glowing light,
Where I go to transcend, where I move
And meet this flesh-housed treasure
That glows louder and brighter than the moon.