The Madness of the Mystical Moonlit Moment

In the madness of the mystical moonlit moment swirling visions escape from the haunting stillness of nothing. Allowing a thoughtful turn and the house of mind to drape. With free and easy care could one as grand as God then dare be rightful in pose and right to suppose that two halves make the whole in which we drown. Oh don’t whisper the cause of all regret like some shorn remnant of lost nightgown. All is all and known is known; we children grow, but are never grown. This path bothers not a walk or run; today the father, yesterday the son. The past is someone’s future, The future someone’s past And here time lives at last. So give to each a blessing or a stone for all is all and all is never won when The Madness Of The Mystical Moonlit Moment is Done.