Eclipse of the Moon

How kind the sun, the earth, the moon
to juxtapose for me
no finer birthday present
for moon-child could there be

one hundred and fifty years from now
will another watch as I
that shadow creep to redly cloak
her moon in that rare sky?

into that time my spirit flies
to save myself a place
and I will somehow meet her there
the one who wears my face.