Who sees what we see?
Only you and I tonight will gaze
Into the silence, the cool transcendence
The cold conundrum of distant space
And fix our eyes on the second moon.
Though many miles apart, it will bind us
Supernatural, utterly beautiful
Beyond all reasoning, all imagining
Beyond the false walls of consciousness.
In England, with physical eyes
Some will discern the face of a man
In China some will see a Hare
But only you and I, will turn our spiritual eye
On the pulsing, still beating-heart of the moon.