Sweet moonlight of yesterday’s path,
Casts a shadow as I place my feet,
In the still air and towering trees,
Singing softly in the nighttime breeze.
Nobly, I pursue the outlines of stone and gravel,
Bleak and gray, without the gentle light,
Soaring through leagues of empty, cold-hearted space,
To caress that craggy face, and
Land, softly, at my feet.