Call her moon child
Dancing in the shallows of a river
Lovely moon child
Dreaming in the shadow
Of her willow.
Talking to the trees of the
Cobweb strange
Sleeping on the steps of a fountain
Waving silver wands to the
Night-birds song
Waiting for the sun on the mountain.
She's a moon child
Gathering the flowers in a garden.
Lovely moon child
Drifting on the echoes of the hours.
Sailing on the wind
In a milk white gown
Dropping circle stones on a sun dial
Playing hide and seek
With the ghost of dawn
Waiting for a smile from a sun child.
j.f
