Revolving

Three days and the moon is stowed away
The sky is revolving
Into vacancy
Random disorder of darkness
Shrouds the earth
And these dark acts.
As the moon has sunk to the void
Cataracts of evil creep
Across the eyes
Now blind to the road leading home.
Forgive me father, I have sinned
Too easy in darkness,
In dim light
To sit, filling wineglass
Fill the mind
With an idea
Of what lies at the end of the railtrack.
Sundering streams of thought
Surge onwards to smash
Against the rocks of sin.
Will you find us?
Bring a candle
Are we still forgiven
If we hide in the darkness
Watching though the keyhole
To see if we can see
Anyone claiming
To be reconciled
With God