To ere lose itself, walks the velvet night,
In soft slumbers and secret dreams.
No golden flame, nor blaze of the sun,
Yet the dark whispers just the same.
About life that stirs beyond the death,
Of many secrets told in breath.
To gleam the stars, a cradle adores,
The waves of the grief wash ashores,
We are taught to feel, not see,
To listen whatever ought to be.
To know that stillness might not be
The dark night seems peaceful to me.
So fear not what darkness holds,
The forgiving face of moon it unfolds.
Don't stop looking for darkness and dew,
Coz in the end light will find you.
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