The Place of the Rising Moon

The rising foot hills Made the air crisp and clear Moondusts’ horse playfully nibbled Our shoulders We loved to have him near Such tall trees of Redwood, Beech and Fir So many small flowers We passed on our way The colours Like jewels On an emerald blanket, they lay The sparkle in Aquilas’ eyes Is for me That mortals Have magic too They just don’t know it Yet, I sense it Powerful and strong In the love of my poet I sense here We will find soon The nest Of us In the place of The Rising Moon The night will bring A Rising Moon In it’s silver light Our place, our home Our everything Such clear light From the moon and stars In the valley We could see the castle Our place, our home Our everything I felt the warmth Of Aquilas’ hand In mine This is more than magic The place of the rising moon In the Valley of Stars It is in the grand design