The moon with her daughters around
Offer us portals to other worlds,
If we would but grasp them.
We spend our lives reaching
For those lights in the sky,
But we are not nearly tall enough
So we colapse along the banks of the river.
As the water flows past
The moonlight shimmers off its glossy surface.
To be open like the river
And accept the light of the moon
We would realize we already contain her light.