The moon was quiet 
                   yet so, so loud
                     I could not tell yet 
                       what I had found
                         I stood to look _ 
                                         and it stood still
                              it was so different, 
                               and yet, so real
                                The sky was painted...  
                                  a beautiful sight
                                    and I stood in stillness 
                                         with much fright
                         Was I scared of life the sky had shown?
                               Or was I afraid of being alone? 
                          It's times like these you look at yourself
                              instead of looking at everyone else.
                                         Next time 
                                  you can stop and see, 
                         if the one above is speaking with thee.
                                                                                  

                                        E. O'Canady  1/14/98