A ladder to the giant moon,
the shape and sheen of silver plate

A strange, mistaken creature lurks,
under a tree warped by night's make

And looks on at the river bow,
Mercurial, creeping midnight snake

What an inspired thing to take,
out of this shimmering earth?

How many times did I pass you by
as I flew into night for sleep?

Snake meanders now, below, and I
see the fog melting lights of

Your bus, as it makes it's way
slow, following the sacred scale

The silvery note that the great
beast keeps, it's a whisltle misheard,
you know.

And now I look on at the river bow,
mercurial, creeping midnight snake

Weaving through painted constellations,
of charcoal powdered blackened space

That layered meniscus, smooth as lake,
holds stars a billion-fold with care,

Picked out in paint, and set in place,
for snake to follow,from this earth on

To silent, glowing, sacred place,
the final lifebound destination,

Is the sea, the sea, in shimmering
swell and stellar staions held,

Reflecting all we dream, of space,
and holding all we know below.