Moon on the mountainside,
Phantoms above the sea,
On wide, darkened immensity,

Sing your song all night long.

Fingers of endless space
Gently caress my face,
Beckoning:

Let silence sing
And cover everything.
The night is listening,
So sing.

Stars on the desert sands,
Vastness beneath the night,
All lands breathe in the icy light.

Sing your song all night long.

Moon on the silver sea,
Stars in the barren tree,
All who have ears to hear,
Silence is worship here.

-Marco Klaue, ©2002

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