Guide of Souls

Oh God,

One who brought round light.

No, not the one of bright blue skies.

The white pale thing in dark skies of black.

The one we mean to sleep with when it is high.

Her, the thing I love so.

My moon.

She smiles at me.

Takes up my night sky.

Full some days.

Some nights not.

Yes.

The rise of the moon.

The thing that brings high tides in the night.

Oh moon,

Could you take me for a flight?

Could you toss my soul in your dark night sky?

Hail the, praise the one who gives the stars a place to shine.

Praise be, hold me oh so tight.

My soul will ride on to a new place so bright.

Hail the, guide of souls.

Praise the, for you may light the way.

The path to my last flight.