FULL MOON NIGHT

 last night the full moon rose like a silver island
anchored in a moody sea of cloud, first calm, then storming
bright lighthouse, clear signal, safe haven, tall highland
last night the full moon rose like a silver island
over your distant sea and, landlocked, my land
there was a warm wind blowing, first blessing, then warning
and the moon rode ever higher, a distant silver island
anchored in a moody sea of cloud, first calm, then storming.

 Larry Wilson