Every Secret Eye

I awake before dawn and call out to the Moon, But the Moon is missing, she has other duties to attend to. I sleep fitfully, aware that something is missing. I awaken at dusk and call to the Sun, But the Sun is missing, he has other lands to shine upon. I wake with uncertainty, aware that something is missing. I wake up in the midlands of night, in the close darkness And I realize then that there is no longer anybody to call out to; Whether I sleep or wake again is no longer important. I send word to the Sun not to awaken me. I send word to the Moon not to expect me- I must go where light and darkness can freely mix, And where things grow, touchless beneath a hidden sky; Nothing is not there that should be, Nothing is there that should not be: And I am my own Moon, mirrored Suns shining from every secret eye.