WILD BIRDS ACROSS THE MOON–image with song

"Peace," by Laura West

“Peace,” by Laura West

I have long worked with images and songs to evoke a stronger impression together then either could do on their own.  Here is an example of a pairing I think works very well.  Artist and spiritual leader Laura West created the image and I wrote and performed the song.  Please click the player above to hear it.  I hope they touch you.  If they do please share your experience on this post in the space provided.

WILD BIRDS ACROSS THE MOON
© Hilary F. Marckx, BMI, all rights reserved
I HAVE LAIN AWAKE AT NIGHT;
BREATHED ITS DARKNESS DEEP INSIDE.
I HAVE SEEN THE COMET’S FLIGHT;
ICE ACROSS MY FEVERED LIFE.
COULD NOT DREAM THOSE TROUBLED NIGHTS;

BUT I HAVE SEEN WILD BIRDS ACROSS THE MOON.
OH, I HAVE SEEN WILD BIRDS ACROSS THE MOON.

AND THERE IS A THOUGHT ABOUT TOMORROW,
COMING ‘CROSS THE MIDNIGHT STRAINS OF AIR;
AND I YEARN TO BE HELD IN LOVING MERCY,
AND I YEARN FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO CARE.

STANDING IN THE LIGHT OF DAWN;
LEARNING LOVE COMPLETELY SURROUNDS;
WINGS OF JOY HEALING HEART AND SOUL;
FINDING HOPE IN THE SEASONS’ ROUND;
WINGS AND FEATHERS AND A HEALING SOUND.

OH, I HAVE SEEN WILD BIRDS ACROSS THE MOON.
OH, I HAVE SEEN WILD BIRDS ACROSS THE MOON.
OH, I HAVE SEEN WILD BIRDS ACROSS THE MOON.
OH, I HAVE SEEN WILD BIRDS ACROSS THE MOON.
OH, I HAVE SEEN WILD BIRDS ACROSS THE MOON.

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Though I’m known for my Honky-Tonk and Rockabilly, I write in other genres as well. “Wild Birds Across the Moon, ” is an example of a thoughtful and reflective style I have written in off and on for forty years. I don’t write a lot in this style, but I do write them. Recently I have begun adding these to my sets, and I have been surprised at the positive response I have been getting. Who woulda thunk?

In the mid 90s I was hiking on a rough trail at about 7.500 feet and somehow I developed blisters under both little toenails. Talk about pain!!! WOW, I was hardly able to walk. I was three days in on a seven day hike, and I was in dire straits.  On the evening of that third really bad day as I was hiking at around tree line, I heard a whooshing sound.  It was night hawks hunting between the trees.  There was an early moon that evening and every so often they would rise up and fly across it.  It was one of the most healing experiences of my life.

The pain did not go away, but I relaxed.  I felt noticed and cared for.  I hiked for another mile or two and found a place to make camp.

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