Corrupted with thousands of moments
I watch you and,
through the moon crying herself on night`s cheek,
I wait for your voice to fill the dream`s carafe
beside the longing`s sob cave!
To wed the moon with dew,
To knit honey with the love night,
To smile in the half-moon`s shape,
To understand the sacred through the sound of an angel,
Never fly too far away form each other,
Never cry alone but one another
into happiness