View Through The Window

View Through The Window

(A sick child looks at the moon on a cloudy night.)

Vehicle of light,
I voyage the moon.
Brilliant, a-lighting the night.
A sea of foamy nimbus, I'm crossing soon,
A-stir, a-rippled by rudders of light!

Somewhere below, she watches waiting
Past barred windows, deep in the night
Lone alone, for my chariot of light.

The ocean traversed, I drop no anchor
Ashore I fly, above the sky
I have no care, I'm soaring high!

Long she longs,
Longs she long...

Jubilant I,
She soon to die!