I never get tired of moon metaphors. Ever. I've been evoking the moon/muse for over twenty years now in one way or another. Ever hear the Paul Simon song "Under African Skies?" This poem reminds me of that song. Here's some lyrics from it: "Joseph's face was black as night/ the pale yellow moon shone in his eyes/ his path was marked by the stars of the southern hemisphere/ and he walked the length of his days under African skies." The album that song appeared on was a significant musical departure for Paul Simon because he employed a group of African musicians. The result was sheer sonic beauty. And now I'm rambling again, so I'll just conclude by saying that this poem evoked some pretty nifty memories.