Eyes closed fast against the sun
Waiting now for night to come
For the silver moon, which does not burn
The glitter of stars, for which we yearn
Darkness brings the touch of peace
And with it, the soul's release
Angels crying in the sky
Their black wings, shadows from on high
Hours pass so very slow
Still the light refuses to go
There is nothing more to do
Then to wait here, me and you
03.06.01
