King Crimson-moonchild

call her moonchild
dancing in the shallows of a river
lovely moonchild
dreaming in the shadow
of the willow.

talking to the trees of the
cobweb strange
sleeping on the steps of a fountain
waving silver wands to the
night-birds song
waiting for the sun on the mountain.

she's a moonchild
gathering the flowers in a garden.
lovely moonchild
drifting on the echoes of the hours.

sailing on the wind
in a milk white gown
dropping circle stones on a sun dial
playing hide and seek
with the ghosts of dawn
waiting for a smile from a sun child.