The Moon Was Blue

Grandfather riddled us a rune And turned his face up to the moon The moon was blue and so was I The season cold, the winter nigh We shivered inward, outward too The wind was bold, the moon was blue The snow caressed his ancient cheek The cosmos yearned for him to speak A rasping garsp, a coughing moan The night was dark, we were alone I saw the village of the past The buffalo out on the grass The plains, the plains went on and on The moon was blue we were alone I saw the eagle and the deer Reflected in Grandfather's tear That slid so slowly down his face Transcended from this'time, this place We saw him running with the moon Across savannah's wild in bloom We saw him string a silver bow To stalk the phantom bufflo A glowing shimmer filled the skies We saw our world within his eyes A tremor wracked his ancient frame He cried out loud and called my name I heard the mighty Eagle scream Was it a vision or a dream? You lookd at me,I looked at you The night was still, the moon was blue Grandfather shook off sparks of "Then" He didn't say "Remember When" He took us there and now we know The night was cold, The moon was blue He wrapped us in his leather arms We felt forever safe from harm We turned our faces to the sky To see the soaring eagles fly You look at me, I looked at you And in your eyes. the moon was blue.