Dancing to the rhythm of moon and tide walking through the now with their guideIn shadows cast by lunar…
I was thereWalking by her side,In the dark aisles,On her lonely nights.Being the support,and light she needed.
Half-dark tree from the windowI see.I kept the curtains openas otherwise I might get scaredby a nightmare.
The night, when I wept,
The night, when I want to quite,
Chapter IV
