Through moon lite fog, wayward souls glide.
Drawn to the silvery sphere in the night sky
Reeled in by haunting beauty and promises secret
that moonlight's magic kept
Reflections of hope upon waters still .
Bless be to all tonight
Draw down the moon and I'll come to thee.
Spirits rise to dance in heaven's lamp light.
The moon sits high upon it's clouded throne
hearing song and praise echoed from eons pass.
A full moon beckons as all await the coming of the dawn's light.
Blessed be are all tonight.
Draw down the moon and I'll come to thee.
2 comments:
Very pretty, Dave . . . you're a romantic aren't you?
A little bit....
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