When the moon was high over the lonely, reaching hills,
I heard the sound of the loon, floating through night’s stillness,
Pine and water merging and flowing,
The air was full with the coolness of approaching autumn.I wished you well, as I looked across the lake,
I wanted your journeys to be blessed and whole,
I wanted you to embrace the joy of the heavens,
I wanted you to follow the light of the angels.
Walk through the meadows with a full heart,
Drink the cold water of dancing rivers,
Listen to the wild sounds of soaring birds,
Follow the stars to a valley of peace.
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