The Moon Between the Mountains

The marmots whistled whistler
I hope they are still here
Grandmother moon woke me
To walk into my own dream
Whistler.....strange name

Grandmother Moon

I stepped into your light
In whistler between
the mountain peaks
you glide across the
night sky between clouds
they say the history of
the day gets written
across the sky them clouds
tell us the days news

Grandmother Moon
You are the big cheese
in the sky and I am
blessed this night to
meet you up close
from the Cascade Lodge
room 408 perfect
angle of alignment
between two mountain tops
you glide in the gully
between big so big

I sat up in bed and almost
screamed Oh my God
the moon look at the moon
and my husband woke up
he too saw the moon
and we both slept as he
muttered
your moonstruck my dear