O.K. here goes...
"I was alone, sitting on the sand beside the Colorado River. A slight breeze rustled cottonwood leaves, like an aeolian harp. Evening light faded into darkness and was soon replaced by a full moon, hovering, so near and immediate that I put out my hand and touched its face ... the face of God. "
Taken from ' Spirit' by William Edelen
I love this passage, because I have been there (many times) ... only it wasn't the Colorado River and there were no cottonwood trees, if you get my drift. Until I read this I had no way of expressing how I felt on those occasions in words. This captures the feeling for me precisely.
Squinty