Poem for Moonchild.
Moonchild - have
you heard the Moonbird's song
calling where the moonstreams trickle
down the pearly
plunging down steep cataractsto fields of
pulsing star-lit night?
Once I heard the
Moonbird's song calling from a crystal Keep carved
of fluid glaciers, finely fluted, high and
Clear across a
mercury crater came the notes of its strange
- a thousand leaques of space and ether on
some other, dream-scried Moon.
Moonchild - in your eyes I sometimes
glimpse worlds no longer joined to Earth though
dreamers sometimes travel there on wings of
or in fantastic boats of glass spun by
master-craftsmen in remote harbours known only to a
Moonchild - are such visions true?
Yes, I have heard the Moonbird's song,
singing of great beauty and doom,
in twilit forests by the sea, in quiet
glades beneath pale stars and in the
silence of my room... leaning over baby's cot
I hear its plangent melody call across grey
shadowed waves or walking the dim streets at night
it echo from stone
sometimes sad, no earthly music can compere to the
song the Moonbird sings perched upon the
astral Stair, filling hearts
and souls with wonder,releaving the weary of their
Moonbird come to me
again this night...