Eclipse of the Senses...   The moon slips 'twixt the sundered veil Between the darkness and the dawn To burn her eyes upon the sight Of the rising of the sun...   The darkness from before her fled As light invaded, warm and pure To wipe the vision from her eyes The sun to much a sight to bear...   The moon did lay and cry and weep For the loss of blessed sight But the sun did rest in broken eyes The memory for her to keep...