The moon sits bathed in smokey red and full on the horizon 
A sign of beauty, awe fills the breast at the wonder
Such a good thing caught in glimpses as hills rise
Trees obstruct and you wait to catch another sight 
Filling the heart with all good bodings for safety, for the future 
Holding it as an omen of what is to come as peace floods
The soul an excitement for the journey made whole
Promise in the sky guide our steps, help our waking 
anxiety Keep us in peace