Perhaps the silence listens back
When we least expect to be heard,
A full moon walk on the beach
Among luminous waves, a reminder
Once again of who we are.
Perhaps the silence listens back
When we least expect to be heard,
A full moon walk along the lake,
The luminous path on the water,
A recollection of summer days.
Perhaps the silence listens back
When we least expect to be heard,
A full moon woodland walk,
Luminous light angled to the trail,
An expectation of dreams to come.