Another Return
It's newmoon time, you're seeking
suspect every blurry sight
new fallen snow
it flatters in the misty light
Can you hear them speaking?
with a licentiuos play
they reach you in a sensous way
Do return!
They're not gods,
not human.
Reality is not far away
not close
Is there a reason?
Like a laughing silence
it hits you everytime you turn around
Is there a reason?
A unique moment fills you
sorrow is far away
such a spiritual sense
this balance; undeniable!
The tingle in my body
makes me want to fly
Drifting on waves
the only sight is new moon's light