More old poetry - this was written while I was watching a lunar eclipse and listening to Sid Barrett-era Pink Floyd ...

ECLIPSE

Look at the moon and rejoice

You children of the Most High

Colors flying – corona is blue

The sky took a bite

Wound in its side

Dripping x-ray light

Like Jesus on the cross

Dripping blood and water

Fog on my glasses

Makes crystalline glow

ten miles wide

Blue to white – music to match

Sound pouring from speaker to moon