A Weekend Of Full Moons Poem by James McLain

She stood there under the moon,
It is day.
Up on the hill where I live above the
Clouds it is dark.

God watching you, you watching God,
Beating heart's all have stopped.
You are the same, hearing your voice,
Voice's that never change.

Tears hide the face, year's exposed and
You looked the same today.

It's about the sea I suppose, you caught
Up in the waves, those very same waves,
Under the moon in the dark, I was safe