At last the echoes of the moon,
Brightly shines in afternoon.
The grey, blue sky it dances forth,
Eternally vast, its path a torch.
Bring the gentle dreams of love.
Horizons orange and red above.
Sleeping through the lasting dawn.
The sun tells secrets, stars become.
But dust in open black there of.
Falling, dying in grasps of love.
My hand you hold, as nature held.
In peaceful sanctuary story\'s tell.