Full Moon At Dawn

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Full Moon At Dawn

I woke up this morning at a quarter to three 
and drive down the road to pray a prayer for 
my neighbor  family distant friends  and thee
I parked my truck in the commuters parking lot
and walked along the sidewalk in the dark
I climb on top of the heightened rock  in the stream
that runs under the bridge and watched the
great big moon gleaming in the sky 
and spilling its light in the  silent stream 
It felt like  a dream but it was real
bright stars lit up the heavenly sky 
And the angels were standing by
listening to my silent cry
The morning was awfully quiet but
dawn was busy playing around in her long night gown
beating on broken locks  gallivanting with the clowns 
and spilling the naked  beans all around
The water trickled over the rocks down the shallow stream
sending goose pimples all over my back
The big truck that usually roam up and down the street
was  finally silent and everything was off beat
I whispered a prayer to the Gods 
to hold up my hands and take the burden off the land
I could feel his presence in that place
as tears rolled down my weary face
I  suddenly got a silent answer  saying that 
he was my deliverer and he would deliver me 
That was a promising answer and I felt renewed all over
 I sang this tune along the way and played it the entire day
I stared at the full moon bleeding its light on top of the trees
For the first time in a decade I felt a deep hunger burning in me
The  night penetrated its own soul
And dawn was knocking  on the door
driving million of people to the battered shore
The crickets were asleep and  they were silent as can be
The frogs too have  disappeared and dawn was drawing near
But hope held me by my hand and pulled over a distant land
And the moon with its gleaming light directed my steps 
and lead me to a brighter light.
The full moon danced merrily around  the sky
spilling its light in the middle of the stream
And gingerly watched the moving scene.

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