A night-thought & an after-thought..

A night thought...
where the moon sails in the sky
among the stars and its destiny
she hides beneath the clouds
how dimly does she appear
but when the clouds run away
how bright does she shine..

she glides still in her fairy way
and down there we are the forward race
looking at her hide and seek
we see what was, what is and will always be..
she'll glide forever as she has always been
and play her game with the wise..

An after-thought..
a forward race though we be,
we the brave, the mighty and the wise..
the forms will die but never the spirits
to live, to act and to serve
we appear, we vanish, we chase the silent tomb
and there we go towards the sullen sky
the moon, the stars and the clouds that abide..
through love, through hope, through life
taking up an impulsive consent
and there we glide..
follow her, now, the partner, the guide...