I’m not fencing with the moonbeam world
Where black ink nights trickle passed
While leaning against this wooden frame
I feel the brightness I’m learning to sing again
I am swimming with the tide in a light of depth
Where shadows are fading from living flesh
Where flowers curtsy easily so fresh,
Brilliant in the welcome shafting light
Sing a song when the moon is bright.
Ward off where darkness spills coolly in
Let it flow passed for I can control within
That which threatens to make me overload.

Signs on signposts nails within fences
My barriers are mere defences 
That shield nought but my confessions
Relieved as I am of pretentions,
Facets of golden light pierce my eyes
Fractionalise my inner senses
Feeding them light makes them grow
It is relentless healing I cannot forego,
It makes me ready to go up for a climb
To the tops of hills, and tops of trees
It energises the roots branches and leaves,
Time flows slowly, easily into my brain
Captures the moment and holds it again.