I walk as the night turns to dark,

Beneath the street lights, a breeze, so cold.

Winter speaks in many ways,

Under a wide open, clear sky.

The more i walk the closer it seems,

Never close as it rests above.

Under a full moon time marches on,

The trees get older, songs age with time.

All living things must one day go away,

The force of nature stands and never ends its day.

Under a full moon are unusual things,

The mystery of gods creation, what does it all mean.?

Laughter and sorrow, cries over the dying one,

Anger and hate seem to be never done.

A smile from a child, the dreaming one,

An ageing man, on his porch a life thought about.

A cat or dog loved by someone,

Has a purpose, one day turns to dust.

Under a full moon, sun to sun,

There comes a moment when we are part of everything.

Keith Garrett