Now the full moon pressing down,
lights the trees and lights the ground.
Standing on the forests edge, deathly silence nothing said.
Swift little swallow,
near invisible in flight.
Brush the sky with purple hues,
and iridescence in the light.
Slipping away to the bottom of the
The brilliant shimmer just out of reach.
Falling into the depths, farther away it flees.
I will hide the sun in golden wheat,
and place it by your side.
And catch the wind, summer sweet,
for only your breath to confide.
My head bowed down,
in the dewy morn'.
To turn the soil,
with my gifted horn.