And moved by starlight

which moves in a way

that spreads past my mind,

I think I now know the angels,

and I think I now know the signs

of heaven here on earth,

and of the mother

and her heart

on the day of her child’s birth.

And it is the child,

the wise one within us,

who leads us to eternity,

who takes us to the sea

when our eyes have grown old

with too much darkness,

and when we have forgotten

just what art is

until that sudden glow,

the born bloom,

the mother and her child

as they sing to the moon.