what have you seen?
what trails across the sky
for every aching, silent dream?
sides of white and sides of blue
i ever thought to follow you …
the bit of light for every dark
oh Winter Moon, tears fade
and watching starts
for everything that leaps too soon
piled upon the Winter Moon
for everything that bides its time
Winter Moon and winter lives
for each and all and every glance
grit of pride will take its chance
the hopes will wane the doubts will bloom
but naught will tide the Winter Moon
where have you been, what have you seen?
“oh nothing, love — t’was just a dream”