I The moon surprised me rising tonight In the lower left-hand corner of My window from below surprised bright Orange like a pumpkin right above The road as it strode across the sky From orange through yellow left to right And in an upward trajectory Brighter and lighter it passed me by Shining on until gone on from sight Into its intensity of light Gone but gone on shining on like me In the immensity of night II The transcendental freedom of The unsuccessful suicide Is that by which I rise above What held me back but I let go What held me down but now I know How this is it on with the show I go on with to play the part Of me subsequently being Since I am I might as well be Part of it all however small Who I can to see what I see Part of the sky like stars that fall To go on a hell of a ride By this transcendental freeing Takes all I have gives all I need To play my part with all my heart So I rise though to my surprise Having been freed to be indeed Open and with hope in my eyes The meaning between after all To live and since I live to love Since I am the one to decide The transcendental freedom of The unsuccessful suicide III And so the moon comes up again If not quite like last night If not spectacular When it was like a pumpkin then But it comes up all right All bright and if not quite all there Right in my window where Seeing it rise I realize I come up like this too As I am as it were But when time comes to then I do With moonrise in my eyes In the immensity of night Into my intensity of light Steven Curtis Lance