Instead of roaring, rolling around Going on about the world I know In which The Universe tears holes into our little lives And the farm and the dark night Are the distances shown Huge and cold Wide, harsh and terrified Now, where I live The black night is built up In layers of arches Like a mountain of blankets above me in the snow And I say "Hello Moon, out the window You are nothing to me but some blue light in my house." "Hello, little man in the house Glancing out the window and going to bed This is the mountain above your roof This is the space above your head I know you're comfortable in there Being content with what you have Saying 'No more hunting. This is it' And sitting still for good But you must not reconcile with me I am the space above your head The dark, unfolding mystery Come out, come out and see Believe in The Moon."