| She spoke softly to the moon As it beamed and Spread luminary upon her face Her fingers poised With delicate grace As she separated each star From outer space Her soothing whispers (sshh my sweet one) Eased my soul And allowed me to see Once again As I once used to seek Refuge under her wings Of delicate beaming light (shelter me from the storm) I now remember to Breathe; take heed In search of a different flight (I am re-born) |