Jimmie Spheeris Moon On The Water
The virgin winter whistles
Mystery through the trees
Sweet child of summer soars
In sleep over the seas
Moon on the water's path
Will light his seedling dreams
As angry waves awoke
I heard his sorrow sing
Some are like prisoners
Bound to what they feel
They say there's no escape
From the turning of these wheels
Moon on the water
If just condemned to light the tide
Some are bound to ground
But you - condemned to sky
