I think I left my heart on the moon,
Marooned as it were in its silver light,
The only familiar thing in a foreign land,
As there I straddled the back of a night mare,
The sharp icy stone of a mountain ridge
Above the bowl of desert all alone,
Shivering past feeling to stave off freezing,
I sent my SOS,
A plea to take me back into that fold of light.
None came but I know I went,
A fragment of my soul,
Broke off and fled away,
The innocent idealist
Who may never come back again.
One day if you travel again
Above these serried bonds of earth
To the pale bright face of our Lady Moon
And see my heart laying there,
Enshrouded in moon dust as once in veils,
Please send it back to me,
Part and parcel with the moon dust
That wrapped it for protection against the odds.
Yet warm morning light,
And one very startled young shepherd boy,
Found me there apparently intact,
The loss of my heart unseen,
And pointed me to the crystal cold water
Of a village stream in a mountain valley far below
When out from my parched throat I asked.
I know I looked like a Jinni to him.
I’ve felt like one ever since.