As the Angel Goes To Sleep
The sun hides its face
And the clouds watch idly by
While the moon begins its ascension
And the day dissolves to night
One last gust of wind
One last solar cheer
Before the angel sleeps
And twilight starts its year
Her pace quickens as she sees the end
And she illuminates the lamp behind
The darkness cannot take all
For the priestess of the moon is kind
And the confusion haze teases
For it knows what’s to be done
Now the clouds float on by
As giant mirrors for the sun
They tell of times past
And times that are yet to come
Their iridescent smile
Glowing coals around the sun
The wind forever brushes on
And the night has just to tell
But another mirror beckons
Elle est la lune, elle est très belle
15-Mar-2006
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