Poet's Moon Testo

Testo Poet's Moon

You sit there biding your time, out of your head and into your mindPenning thoughts that are dreams in actionA glass raised to an absent muse a boy stands in his father's shoesAnd a drunk man smiles at a thistle under a Poet's moonUnder a Poet's moon there's a life sign burningA Poet's moon like a vision shining andThe lovers lie in the long grass, stolen flowers make their bedUnder a Poet's moon there are dreams in action, prayers metAnd questions answered as the world birls in the darknessI'm still staring at the skies under a Poet's moonA night black as hoodie's eye, the sparks fly from a tinker's fireAs the stories burn among us under a Poet's moonA seed falls onto stony ground without a hope and without a soundFrom the weeds will grow the flowers under a Poet's moonUnder a Poet's moon, there's a salmon settlingIn a guddler's hand that is patient waitingWith a lover's touch, a charmed lifeHis fingers play the reedsUnder a Poet's moon there's a whistle blowing out in no-amn's landWhere a flare is falling in a deadly nightThe dreamers stand like flowers in a stormYou sit there biding your time out of your head and into your mindPenning thoughts that are dreams in actionA cross made in a polling booth, another flies in a fieldOf blue and a drunk man smilesAt a thistle under a Poet's moonUnder a Poet's moon there are angels crying, dead men bornAnd devils laughing and the dance goes on regardless tillYou're carried from the floorUnder a Poet's moon there are dreams in actionPrayers met and questions answered as the world birls in the darknessI'm still staring at the skies, under a Poet's moon