The Waning of the Harvest Moon No flowers now to wear at Sunset. Autumn and the rain. Dress in blue. For the descent. Dogs bark at the gate. Go down daughter my soul heavy with the memory of heaven. It is time for famine and empty altars. We ask your leave for by your going we gain spring again. No lights glimmer in the box. I want to go out and rob a grocery store. Hunger. My legs ache. Who will feed us. Miles more to go. Secrets yet unread. Dogs bark in my ears. My man lost. My soul a jangle of lost connections. Who will plug in the light at autumn. When all men are alone. Down. And further yet to go. Words gone from my mouth. Speechless in the tide.
fr. Ace of Pentacles (1964)