• Oh night, oh stars,
    How you are ever out reaching my grasp,
    Arms outstretched toward you,
    My loving silvern moon.

    I lay here with tears in my eyes,
    Star drops, eye drops, dewdrops,
    Your moon drops move my silent heart,
    This lucidity does depart.

    Enigmatically, systematically, dark night soliloquy,
    My sonata to thee escapes my lips,
    The sky carries on my mind’s memories,
    Oh sorrow, oh deep misery.

    I sing, sing for thee,
    This sweet night bird soliloquy,
    Oh how the stars are lacking,
    Your dark-light subtlety.

    The clouds that pass may hide your beauty,
    But they bring that mystery,
    They bring that light summer rain,
    That my hands so cup to catch.

    These sorrow tears slowly flow like riverbeds,
    Like flower heads, opening in the newborn sun,
    Like blood bled, from self sacrifice,
    Life eternally captured in every drop.

    Holding on, on onwards, onwards to the fallen sun,
    Carry on my wayward son,
    All I hear is swept away,
    Away, away into your moonlight grasp.

    The night my heart does keep,
    In my eternal sleep,
    My eyes closed see the brightness of the world,
    All is shown, slowly unfurls,
    In this, this black night sky.