As the moonlight shines, it beckons the night,
Mirroring a cloudless fall of frosty air.
The crickets sing of an owl’s nightly flight,
And so I sleep, soundless, with not a care.
Doesn’t matter, which way the wind should blow,
It betters the plain, and shifts through the past,
Like water ageless, formless and cold, it flows,
How far life takes you, how long it would last.
The scattered stars on a navy smooth sky,
Haunting and peaceful, though already dead –
Are already free, given the gift to die,
Ready to venture and face what’s there ahead.
And so I dream to surrender the days,
Because there’s simply no other way.
