Nightsong,
gently make me feel
and breeze this air.


Words from
the place where moment sleeps

in harmony.

Sunlight,

ignite this frozen soul,
your flames of hope.


Warm notes,
erase my earthly sight,
light up my heart.


Glades in the mist talk to me
with more than words.


Green surrounds
and the whispers fill my eyes.


I'm the wolf running from the storm,
I'm the eagle flying away.

Like the young deer that's coming home,
or the prey who escaped.


I should be
happy to receive
the gift that I can sing,

having nothing to deserve.

Since the trees never hide from the rain,

why we keep being strangers around?
But I'm not now
taking anymore

the treasures of life as my own,

While the moon lights my way.


I'm the wolf running from the storm,
I'm the eagle flying away.

Like the young deer that's coming home,
or the prey who escaped.


I should be
happy to receive
the gift that I can sing,

having nothing to deserve.

Since the trees never hide from the rain,

why we keep being strangers around?
As the calm winds
praise the universe,

fades the blindness,
I'm awake.


Since the trees never hide from the rain,
why we keep being strangers around?
But I'm not now

taking anymore
the treasures of life as my own,


While the moon lights my way.

While the moon lights my way.