THE MOON, ALWAYS RISING - SECOND MOVEMENT

And I saw,
walking softly, you,
deep in thought, introspective,
your eyes philosophic deluge.
“hello,” you waved
framed in the gold
of sunrise, of morning,
and I smiled to you.
and you, you did
remind me of
that oldest question
that my thoughts
had subdued.
for you, framed in the gold
of sunrise, of morning,
shared what you knew.
in the darkness
lies an aegis, gleaming bright,
the moon that shines,
even unseen,
is always rising.