Fish - 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