MOONSET

                           MOONSET

Wild is the wind as it rides with the night,

Wild is the wind as it sets the sky sighing.

Bright's the thin moon as westward it's lying.

Bright is the white-shining chalice of light,

Bearing the circle of earth-light's far shine.

Silent's the sightless, swift passing of time.

Silent is time as it's endlessly flying.

Bright is the moonship on time's ebbing tide;

Bright as it glides beneath dark of earth side;

Smiling good-bye on horizon's black bar-

 Leaving the night to wild dark, wind and stars.

SHIMMERING

SHIMMERING

The sheen of moonshine shimmers

in shifting shapes upon the wash

of swishing, crashing,

night-shaded ocean waves;

which rush from shadow edge of sky

to dash to foam in swirling shallows

and splash upon
the shingled shore.

So shifting, shaping, shimmering,

this sheen of splendour shines-

like all the sheen of all we see,

the shimmer of

the outer-sensed reality.