(contra Richard Dawkins in a variation on a popular tune)
How can I tell you how I feel when I don't know?
Words have no meaning in a language from so long ago.
Are you the uncreated guide
Or songs of children who have died?
Is it love or is it pride
That needs an art it knows has lied?
Tonight, I dare define
Your face as one divine
The moon is something more than just its glow.
Save us both some time
Just give me a sign
Give me something more than just a show.
Now that an age draws to an end you cannot leave me.
I was not made to believe in something I can’t see.
You must have a face
We cannot embrace
A cosmic plan of transcendental grace.
Thus we apprehend
The universal trend
The larger purpose in what we intend.
Just as the moon directs the tide
There is a light that is our guide
And what the stars cannot provide
Is left for mortals to decide.
Here is the proof that I propose:
Before the moon from earth arose
It held a secret to disclose
Stranger than we can suppose.