When I look out and see the full moon mystically waving to me in the west; do I hear your voice?

As the crisp morning air settles through my shoes and freezes my toes; do I hear you speak?

As I wait for the thundering battle cry to rivet me in concert and loyalty; have I missed the helpless voice of the child whimpering in my deaf ear?.

Have I forgotten the moments of peace, the communion of being with you right now in the stillness of my life?
The life I have is here and now; not tomorrow in dreams or yesterday in memories.

My time is now; I wait and listen for your sweet voice, giving me strength today, a song for tomorrow and an understanding from yesterday.