The fourth day, the sun shines, a shadow of unseen Light
Of light and dark, day and night, revealed and yet hidden
That oceans are opaque and deepest earth yet hides
And know that eyes deceives and fear is wisdom

The fourth day, of mercy, now, and judgement to come
Adam lived, evenings and mornings, mercy daily recalled
Longsuffering for the oppressed and patience for their oppressors
A clarion call, of atonement and fulfillment, of now and not yet

The fourth day, time, times, and half a time, middle of seven
As seven is the middle of twelve, which is a hidden seven
Revealing Creation days and Natural days, wheel within wheel
As sun and moon, with same light, mark days in days

The fourth day, of revelation, of foreshadows and foreshadowings
Of mutual witnesses twice repeated, a fourfold symmetry
Of four horns and craftsmen, of four Jerusalems and Armageddons
Three have passed, and the last to echo the beginning

Embedded in a sea of flowers
A gentle lustre, white and pure,
Illuminates the darkness bearing
Down upon this land of yore.

O Moon, repel the evil eye
That haunts our dreams and waking hours
Bereave the darkness of its powers
And bare to us the cloud-veiled sky.

O Maiden fair with crimson hair,
Thine gentle eyes upon us lay,
Behind the lace, perceive our plight
And guide us soundly into the light.

For in the shadows, ever closer,
The enemy is closing in, lurking, waiting,
Ever closer, and soon – too soon – it will begin.

And thus, we beg you, Lunar Maiden,
Bestow upon us weary souls
Your light, lest enmity devours
This gentle lustre, white and pure,
Embedded in a sea of flowers.

For you,
I shall wave away that which clouds your sight.
In the ocean of the sky,
you glow ever so bright,
casting warmth over ice.
Existence orbits around your light.
I may lack radiance,
but you glow so effortlessly,
shining through my moon.
You're bright enough for the both of us.

O CAPTAIN!! MY CAPTAIN!!

Before the Sun die,
I know you never going to cry,
I know you never going ask me why,
Before the Moon die,
I know you never going to say me Hi,
I know you never going love as I die.
Before the Poet die,
I know your words never going fly,
Never going to write about me lie.