Moon Circle

Words and music Brook Schoenfield © 2003

The moon hides behind the clouds

A veiled night rider

Calling her nature children

Come into the circle

Raven calls my spirit

The genetic intercom

A mystic arrow flies direct

To the heart of the matter

Chorus

Come, come into the circle

Call out a chant

Sing sweet of the spirits

Dance the first dance

The ancient current rises

On modern, shattered nerves

Shaping, spreading, healing

Warmth against the chill

We ride over the clouds

Between times, between the worlds

Gliding not out, but in

Lost and found forever