A full moon is raising

like a whale breeching the sea

wind driven clouds rolling

into the trees

ungentle leaves smack

down to the forest shore

and the moon rises higher

on a ribbon no one can see

but a ray of moon light extends to beckon me

The sound of that light

erases the moaning garden floor

a fear or joy contains me now

to fall or fly

itÂs all the same in the path

of the moonÂs starry sky

Hear it...hear it

Moon light raining down on the Earth

The moon reaches itÂs height

where no wind or cloud can be

and out races the sun

towards where itÂs taking me

the eyes donÂt water now

then we started to dive

clear cross the horizon

the journey did take

was I flying or falling?

What difference did it make

A Silver valley rises up from below

Cobb webs of rain drops are falling to slow

threw them, then past them I still had to go

but then the Moon left me

not on a mountain, tree top or mist covered floor

no, in my Garden IÂve come to adore

among the flowers, vines and things I canÂt spell

to sit in my Garden with a story to tell