“In that waltz, you find me now/Singing, dancing, with the moon”
As the leaves begin to change
You see my soul start to play
Atop that misty mountain
Gazing out across the bay.
With winds howling at my back
And leaves tumbling in the breeze,
With birds singing in my ears,
And the setting sun, I’m free.
As the leaves begin to change
The world calls us far away
Green grass, red trees, and orange skies
All moving to Beauty’s sway.
In that waltz, you find me now
Singing, dancing, with the moon
While my soul climbs up on high
Always dreaming about you.
Paul Krause is the editor-in-chief of VoegelinView. He is the author of The Odyssey of Love and contributed to The College Lecture Today and Making Sense of Diseases and Disasters. He can be found on Twitter @paul_jkrause