Poet's Moon - Fish

You sit there biding your time

out of your head and into your mind

Penning thoughts that are dreams in action

A glass raised to an absent muse

a boy stands in his father’s shoes

And a drunk man smiles at a thistle

under a Poet’s moon

Under a Poet’s moon there’s a life sign burning

A Poet’s moon like a vision shining and

The lovers lie in the long grass, stolen flowers make their bed

Under a Poet’s moon there are dreams in action,

prayers met and questions answered

as the world whirls in the darkness

I’m still staring at the skies under a Poet’s moon

A night black as hoodlo’s eye,

the sparks fly from a tinker’s fire

As the stories burn among us under a Poet’s moon

A seed falls onto stony ground

without a hope and without a sound

From the weeds will grow the flowers under a Poet’s moon

Under a Poet’s moon, there’s a salmon settling

In a guddler’s hand that is patient waiting

Like a lover’s touch, to charm the life

His fingers play the reeds

Under a Poet’s moon there’s a whistle blowing

out in no mans land

Where a flare is falling in a deadly night

The dreamers stand like flowers in a storm

Flowers in the storm, we are flowers in the storm

Under a Poet’s moon

You sit there biding your time

out of your head and into your mind

Penning thoughts that are dreams in action

A cross made in a polling booth

another flies in a field of blue

and a drunk man smiles at a thistle

under a Poet’s moon

Under a Poet’s moon there are angels crying, dead men born

And devils laughing and the dance goes on regardless till

You’re carried from the floor

Under a Poet’s moon there are dreams in action

Prayers met and questions answered as the world whirls in the darkness

I’m still staring at the skies, staring at the skies, we’re still staring at the skies

under a Poet’s moon