I've had enough panorama views
enough Rocky Mountains
and far-away places blues.
I've plenty of times seen a full
moon over splendid skies
- but they no longer make
my heart soar high, and here's
why:
This soft, soft heart of
mine for the depths of
darkness and the unknown plunges,
though in doing so, against chains
of wantonnness
it lunges.
So now, this full moon
for all its beauty and grace
by the longing for That
has been replaced.
