The moon is in motion the urgency Of its agency an insurgency Of light asserting its right to be And I understand its demand to be free Surging resurgent through fullness to Light the way tonight for wanderers who Wonder why under this yellow moon too Waking up midnight and making it noon Breaking through the clouds and taking the sky From dark without and within me I Waking too lift up my eyes to the gift of It to get coming to be through me Becoming real when being feels like love Seeing this yellow moon rising again Having been down I identify With its rising and I too would like to try Having to get up again I do I surprise myself whenever I fall Bounce off the bottom then rise after all Down and up the moon and I have been That knows what I know from below from above Surprising me by reality Realizing before my eyes that see Why in the sky under this yellow moon If not why being why not seeing how Rising again with this yellow moon now Steven Curtis Lance   Photo by Lisa Anderson, who saw this yellow moon too