Full Moon

To live in an old shack by the sea

And breathe the sweet salt air

To live with the dawn and the dusk

The new moon and the full moon

The tides the wind and the rain…

To surf and comb the beach

And gather seashells and drift-wood

And know the thrill of loneliness

And lose all sense of time

And be free

To hike over the island to the village

And visit the marketplace

And enjoy the music and the food and the people

And do a little trading

And see the great ships come and go

And, man, have me a ball

And in the evening

When the sky is on fire

Heaven and earth become my great open cathedral

Where all men are brothers

Where all things are bound by law

And crowned with love

Poor, alone and happy

I walk by the third

I make a fire on the beach

And as darkness covers the face of the deep

Lie down in the wild grass

And dream the dream that the dreamers dream

I am the wind, the sea, the evening star

I am everyone, anyone, no one