Old Moon closeness, in a heavy blue
Liquid night, a darkness far from you.
Outside I am alone at last
Peace falls, a cold joy of solitude
Where mosses and rocks wept
Desolation, pure between the trees
And, sinking to dirtied knees
My face swept by ancient fears.
But my tears are broken by moonlight
It falls through branches, in columns
Filtered through restless leaves
Which bring nesting peace to me
Between these solemn trees.