In the night’s silvery gleam you are
the light that reveals dreams and stars.
Distant soul, I go crying to the moon
for the love I found in darkness.
My heart burns as candles do,
and words stain my lips like sweet wine:
oh harvest of love’s song,
how you echo in my solitary ears!
I sing to the endless garden above,
silver on black, store of silent riches.
The wind hauls my voice away
to rest with the frost and the chill.
Trapped in moonlight’s glare
I believe myself to be yours;
these dreams that shiver in the
pale shadows of your stars.