Surprisingly The yellow moon rises cut in half Over where the coyotes laugh Soon to slide slantwise across the sky Out my bedroom window and I Saw rusty Mars out the kitchen door Where it had been the night before Sparking the dark incandescently Maybe in solidarity With those looking up from far away I took it that way anyway On a night it could not be clearer How things are looking up for me Down here looking up and seeing more Of being now seeing what for Being grateful for my chance to be When it will be tomorrow soon The red sun after the yellow moon Seeing the possibility It has to get dark enough to see When the falling stars fall nearer I see one clearly in my mirror Rising up here surprisingly Steven Curtis Lance