The moon peaks through my window
Inviting, light peaking through trees
A wander in the night, let go
Reaching, through years away
Light through the night
Stories, made throughout the ages
Songs, poems, prayers
A chance, to bide the time
Wandering in possibilities
Because the night hides what is there
Then opens a door for us to travel
Back across time, forward in a romp
What a power of imagination opens
In just a small light, peaking
Come, play, pray, rest
Come and wander the field of possibility
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