When the moon was large and round
And the night produced a cooler breeze
Curtains moving ever grasefully slowly
Within the shadows of the moonlit trees

Half asleep I'd watch them swaying so
As the breeze played a whispering song
With my mind visiting my yesterdays
Of places been and where I once belong

And every now and then a smallest bird
Would arrive  upon my window sill there
Adding the smallest ever whistle to it all
Flying off returning within the moonlit air

Window half open there it's sit for awhile
Serenading me upon my sill now and then
And I welcomed it simply ever so did I
Till the moon was once more full ag'en

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018