On Moonsinging

Did you ever moonsing?
Those who never moonsang can't see the Moon as it really is - or can they?
Moonsinging - sighing and sighting it is - listening to the Moon more than singing with it.
Singing to it, pointless - the Moon can't hear you;
Singing with it, all that matters - the Moon with you.
And the Moon, a silver lattice on the dark-taken dome,
More singing then sighting or sighing, can sing with you.

Methinks that I can moonsing.
Things of silver, things of shiny allegiance. Flickering, haunting things of balming.
Tokens of echoing, of vult and remembrance. Radiant, quiet thoughts of cold.
Silent shattering, profuse - moonsight and moonsought:
Silent passing, confuse - following the one who follows you.
And I, moonsing, wandering and wondering dusk-taken,
More sighing or sighting then singing, singing with the Moon.


-- I`ve got an arrow here --
-- Vainly I had sought to borrow surcease of sorrow --
-- Nor shadows dim her way --