And it really did rise over Crawley Crossing today, and it's full, and it's lovely.
I know the moon is a lump of dead rock. But then I also believe that, in some way, Neil Armstrong and all the rest spoilt something special when they went up there. Call me an old romantic.
And when you look at that lump of dead rock, floating orangey-yellow and gorgeous and silent over Crawley Crossing and the roar of the M1, it's a special thing. It's no deity - Genesis told us that. And it's not nailed to its position on the inside shell of the sky - Copernicus and Galileo and all the rest proved that. It's just serene and uncanny and eerie and beautiful. It shines with reflected glory. But then, don't we all?
If this deserts all therell ever be
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A fall of rain?
The must have been another of your dreams
A dream of mad man moon.
Good old Genesis ;)
Ah Steve - what words of cynicism, world-weariness and yet a mad kind of hope are therein.
ReplyDelete"Was it summer when the river ran dry
or was it just another dam?"
Or maybe, most wistful and modern of all
ReplyDelete"Forever caught in desert lands, one has to learn to disbelieve the sea".
Class..
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