All poets before have contemplated the moon. One makes their own offering. One offers their song from the moment to the eternal, one sings the eternal to the moment. Both.

And so, we end at the beginning (“In the end we appear as a dream…”) to ask again the same questions, but knowing perhaps the song a little better, knowing better the voices we sing along with, happily anticipating the chorus and our joining in the chorus.

Turn the record over. Play again. Sing again. The moon rises.