When the sun went away from us,
got entangled in the webs of the clouds,
the moon set out on her path,
up into the firmament bespangled with stars.
And the rivers whisper softly in the night,
a story often told.
We stand paralyzed with reverence at the feet of the trees,
these old guardians of our spent dreams.
When we settle down in the nocturnal lights,
here and again a heart also breaks.
Where glass shatters in a small world,
for it cannot comprehend life's dark paths.
What infinity bestowes on us,
will be denied to them eternally.
Who reveres the nocturnal lights,
will be consumed by the sun.
But she went away from us
and got entangled in the webs of the clouds...