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