when the moon on a cloud cast night
hung above the tree tops height
you sang me of some distant past
that made my heart beat strong and fast
now i know i'm home at last
you offered me an eagle's wing
that to the sun i might soar and sing
and if i heard the owl's cry
into the forest i would fly
and in its darkness find you by.
and so our love's not a simple thing
nor our truths unwwavering
but like the moon's pull on the tide
our fingers touch our hearts collide
i'll be a moonsbreath by your side.
