cast
a glance on a wounded moonbeams light,
rising
above the mountains,
shining
hope into the night.
escorted
by a thousand stars,
it
cuts its own path through,
illuminating
who we are
boldly
standing for its truth.
Seek
the silence of the twilight
the
path it leaves behind
for
those who fear the night
it
will lead to something kind.
We
envy this valiant moon
it
seems so brave and strong
yet
a single burning candle
knowing
its path is dark and long.
through
a treacherous ocean of darkness,
through
forests of clouds and fog,
it
wages battle with the night
singing
its age old song.
Follow
the wounded moon
it
guides us through the night,
on
a never ending quest,
it
seeks the morning light.
Rainbough
Bouchard
copyright
1998