Moon Song I extend into thee, oh blood fevered moon
For I am thy servant as thou art my doom,
Oh radiant queen, nights pale handmaiden,
Oh splendorous lady with burdens so laden:
In reaching from heaven thy pallid hands touch
The thoughts and the feelings that underlie much
Of my shadowed world, so hidden so deep,
From such cool intelligence thy counsels I keep. Sitting within my night enclosed palace
Drinking sweet drops of dew from thy chalice
I ponder thy pride and thy arrogant mood
And envision what thoughts must cause thee to
brood
And yet of thy wonder I'll tell all in song
Of noble enchantments and visions so strong
Of the gods' ancient promise and man's lawful
right
And truth's many mansions in the fastness of
night. I extend into thee, oh silver Selene,
I am thy servant and thou art my dream.
Lend to us goddess thy spiritual might,
And send us in dreams bright magical sight.
Thy people are scattered and lost in this world
Thy temple's been broken thy banners been
furled.
But we serve thee true, our strength will not
falter
Holding back the profane, keeping sacred thine
altar. And into our world will come a great power
Constructing a circle and building a tower.
A flame shall be kindled and a glory arise,
And thy holy subjects will look to the skies.
All the stars shall cry out with a high piercing
wail
And the dark earth will tremble as thine
enemies fail;
With thy chariot of ecstasy descending at last
Thy soft brilliant laughter will hold our hearts
fast. I extend into thee and thee into me,
As together we cross times fathomless sea,
Be thou my eyes and guide aright
As we set our course on this perilous flight:
For the way of thy wisdom is a frightening task
As I rip from myself that comforting mask
Which I've always known as body and mind,
But oh such a promise of mystery to find! —Stephen Bell | 
