I Saw the Moon I saw the moon beside a cedar tree. I saw her moving as she walked with me. And if I'd ventured to the dancing sea, Her silver trail upon the waves, I'd see... The moon is aged and yet is ever new. She's watched the ancients and she watches you. How many past have stood and marked her rise, Or seen her shining in a lover's eyes? I saw that moon, at full, on night of birth. And in her rhythms, like the sea and earth, She's followed me, an ever-watchful eye, In all her guises, from the changing sky. I might presume this old, familiar friend Will watch this mortal as he meets his end. And I will now request that on that day, Beneath her gaze, I'm sent upon my way.
So if, as likely, I will lie within A room, enclosed, with memory and sin, I do beseech, whoever's at my side, To take me where I sense her lunar tide.
And if there's none to help me leave this earth, Remembering the moon I saw at birth, And how she slipped behind the cedar tree, From remnant coils, I'll lift my spirit free. 2013 July 19th, Fri., around 9:30 pm, walking home from Gravesend Bay along Shore Parkway, between 17th & 18th Avenues, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn (second stanza added later)