now, i'm tipsy fine
and spatial divine,
this moment's the happiest glade,

and yes, stretch I would,
if only I could,
this second, pinpointed, and saved,


though my usual friend,
the Sun, will soon end
a perfection, so cursed to fade,

and i'll have to wake,
and on faith, sober take,
that i'll find
the Moon's shine
re-displayed.