I saw your face on a clear night,
across the plains of Texas.

You shown so brightly
that the night looked like
a tempest in the afternoon.
I wandered out to survey you in nothing by my slip,
a shawl around my shoulders.
And you kissed
my face and chest with bright light,
beams of brilliance
from on high.
You were the season of newness after death
had crept in all around me.
after the plague had rained down.

You rose,
you bloomed,
you lit up the land.
Cleansed our stagnant imaginations,
cleared out past prejudices
to render our consciences clean.

You rose,
you bloomed,
the flower moon,
looking bigger than ever,
deep in the heart of the limitless sky.