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 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