In the long small hours of dark                 Through the later time of darkness

I pause and gaze out at the stars              As we lay entwined beneath the moon

 

Somehow the frosted ground                    The nightly scene now sacred

Sharpens the air and the starlight             Welcomes the soft moonglow

 

Which lights my very soul:                        Entering both our hearts:

Merciless piercing ivory light                      Soft gentle hunting owl light

 

Naked, I move across the grass                 Gladdened, we move across the space

Out, to the exact star centre                      On and on, to our close high point

 

To lie, and stare at heaven                         To lie, and feel our heaven

Crucified                                                   Satisfied