The full moon is in the sky Glowing silently behind silvery clouds While a yellow tree catches a street lamp’s pale light. It is October in my year of years Many an October I have pondered the dry leaves As I thought of Poe and Ulalume And wondered if this was the October Of my most immemorial year. October! Natal month When the balance has started to shift In favor of the dark. The dark, which has always carried for me a certain fascination Hitchcock, Poe, Kafka These were heroes of my youth. But I had forgotten the dark In the excitement of the newfound sun Until the cold rock of the Father Grabbed me with its icy fingers And restored that special balance of my psyche. This October there is no mistake This was my special year The year of opening The year of letting go The year I found the sound And sang the Song of my Soul. Year of changes and of beginning a passage Year that brought me to the river’s edge And let me glimpse through the dim mist That other shore. I have reached a new stillpoint In my life’s journey. O moon so bright Good night, good night!