The moon tipped over in the clouds tonight
Tipped over in the sky, in the cloud-tossed sky
It spilled down to earth, through the deep-scented dark
In the black-broken hours of the rain-drenched day.
It spilled light on the road-ribbon and light in the field
It spilled light on the tassles of the brown-headed corn
It spilled light on the river as it wound through the valley,
And I caught some, I caught some, moonlight as it spilled.
But even as I caught it, it slipped through my fingers
And glimmered to the ground, light-liquid, pulsing
For only a heartbeat; then it slipped through the ground-cracks,
Slipped down from the sky to the heart of the world.
My hands glimmered strangely all evening long
But my heart ached an ache that could not be told
The ache of a lost love, the ache of a lost dream
The ache of a lost soul gliding through the sky