Moon Sliver Sunrise
Gray-green sea, the color of her eyes
Fresh fall wind, moon sliver sunrise
I could fall into that deep blue sky
To the cleave of light, and climb inside
There I see she’s already arrived
Thinking of herSelf with an open mouth smile
Shake our heads at the beauty inside
At the miracle of them, tumbling, wise
Makers of the morning, carriers of the light
Artists of the sky, together far and wide
Back outside, the wind cools my eyes