I saw the Attic moon rise
high above Mount Hymettus
as the vermilion sun
flared beyond the dark Aegean.
The expectant night
and the dying day stilled
in dramatic equilibrium ..
I felt the fulcrum of the earth
beneath my feet
and eternity unveil before my sight.
O, mirror moon …
your bright reflection sails now
upon a colder sea
in search of the descending sun.
Alas, the night waits for the stars alone
in cosmic certainty;
but somewhere, far out beyond the bay,
on the tight-rope of the horizon,
your diurnal lover shines for you
to light this spangled waterway.