The moon is a placid lake. The light
Of the sun is unwrinkled. What more
Water or light could the world endure?
And the stars and the seas are a portraiture
And the roads to the south lead to the sun
And the roads to the north lead to the sea
And the light of the moon is their path
And the light of the sun is the crest of the tree.
And the sun and moon share one crown,
We are walking in a sea of lights,
We walk and search and drown, we see
The love of the spray of meteorites.
Yaacov David Shulman