A Song

by K M Radley

I am the moon child, circling the skies
Wait to realize how I need you.

I am the moon child, hold you in my hand
Brush me like the sand from your shoe.

Sailing on the wind in a milk white gown,
Dropping circle stones on a sundail

Realizing that I cannot run, no I cannot run
You'd catch me after a while.

The ghosts of DAWN will find me there....
The reapers named their harvest DAWN.

So, whoa, hold me. Just hold me a little while.
My sun child.
Hold me, just hold me a little while.
Sun child. Sun child...sunchild.