Punk Palace in the Moonlight

The moon a delicate mistress
veiled by fleeting clouds and mysteries
conceals that penetrating light of grace.

It makes the stars and galaxies dance.
The moon does this,
with all that is in me.

This gateway to boundless space
is the door to my troubles and joy,
For I am in the moon and stars
and they are in me.

We dance together
- Now Bright; Now Turbulent
Now Lost; Now Found -
Beyond sense or reason.

And the night sky casts movement and hues
to something I touch
with that in me.

The full harvest moon
rises from banks of pastel grey,
pacing existence
through the rhythms of our universe.

Glasgow, Scotland
September, 1996