Handful of Moonlight
Oyster Bay-Summer 1971
I got a handful of sunlight as it danced upon the Bay,
Then a handful of moonlight as it camp up the other way.
Beneath me I felt the motions each wave would send,
And above me I say the sky that had no end.
And contentment came to me and filled my soul,
As I looked about at this part of life
That I was so blessed to hold.