I stood on the hill one starry night.
I drank it all in, was a beautiful sight.
Must admit I was a bit overwhelmed.
And I looked to the face of the moon.
The night was warm with a breeze on my face.
A gift for me at this time and place.
The wonder of it all, is not for words.
As I touch the face of the moon.
Then suddenly I am swept away.
The stars were teasing me as if to play.
Moving without motion my thoughts came inward.
I smile at the face of the moon.
What is the magic that came to be?
My spirit flows on timeless sea.
Calm and peace comes in decent.
I pass by the face of the moon.
Planets, stars and auras did pass.
Nova's and rainbow clouds of gas.
Many there were the sights to behold.
Laughing is the face of the moon.
Time and space become foreign to me.
I look to the miracle and what do I see.
There is another to my surprise.
It must be the face of the moon.
Coming together in warm embrace.
Blending essence in this secret place.
The two become one, soft and gentile we are.
Wise is the face of the moon.
Around the heavens, passing and through.
One journey to end, another anew.
Come back to the start, softly touch down.
We looked to the face of the moon.
Together through life we walk hand in hand.
Not wanting to know or understand.
Don't question a love that is so pure.
We visit the face of the moon.
On the hill we come our respects to pay.
Share harmony and peace from day to day.
That sacred place of sanctuary.
Love shines from the face of the moon.