Where the Moon Waits
There’s a walkway
Out to the sea,
Lined by a pale light
And filled with bright ripples;
The moon stands there.
Out back in the open space
The quiet shines bright
And greens grow silent
As the trees and wind whisper;
The moon sits there.
There’s a mountain
Where the rocks are sleeping,
A river dances through
And greets everything it passes;
The moon lays there.
As the mountain and open space grow through years,
And the river forever flows to the ocean
To meet the infinity ripples of beginning and ending,
The night-meadow stays silent and still,
This is where the moon waits.
