The Light of the Narcissus Moon

Did you look up last-night        
To the brightened sky dove        
Breathing…, and did you walk        
With shadows of the lunatic’s love,        
Above with the light of being.
        
Graybeard that hung the lantern,        
Walking away in clouds of white pillows,        
The disguise of a place that drapes in space        
As a crescent hand that willows the face,        
Following the drifts of the misting;        
By the light of the Narcissus Moon        
       
Did you feel it with your eyes;        
Swooning over and beneath,        
The bending disguise of listens,        
With a face that symbols peace;        
I found him there, and weeping.
        
Graybeard that hung the lantern,        
Playing your cords of smiles and grief,        
The disguise of a place that drapes in space        
As a crescent hand that willows the face,        
Never to miss a revealing;        
By the light of the Narcissus Moon