to the Moon
To the moon, the masculine aspect of night revealed
Who leaves shadows from the night sky
And awakens the darkness along
Tumbled.
I ask for dreams that build confidence
For my life awakened
Pedaling I, Seine, along
For a dark crusade.
My offering is my words of kindness
Towards sharpening up what is true
Out of white bark
From the young birch tree.
History repeats itself.
Peace begins.
The bell rings
The voices resound
The moon moves as I move
I humble myself to the moon and its shadow
And wait for an answer.
Who leaves shadows from the night sky
And awakens the darkness along
Tumbled.
I ask for dreams that build confidence
For my life awakened
Pedaling I, Seine, along
For a dark crusade.
My offering is my words of kindness
Towards sharpening up what is true
Out of white bark
From the young birch tree.
History repeats itself.
Peace begins.
The bell rings
The voices resound
The moon moves as I move
I humble myself to the moon and its shadow
And wait for an answer.