Before rest, I stood on the balcony,
Full-frontal to the full April moon,
So pink-fresh in early spring, and so cool,
Its haloed blue aura diffused all around over all,
Desert, darkness, sleepers in dreamland,
And then memory to mind, STC and Hartley,
The babe at midnight held up to the light,
His blue eye fronting his first frost-full moon,
And all ‘round the earth at rest, and quiet,
Just as the prophet once promised.
Spirits everywhere in air.