Eastern Silk

Winter's blame In the silence of. The flame Is turning in the dark. When the sun wall breaks And the moonlight's black. I still standing Where the old winds go. And the stars, They shine so bright. And the light, Soft and endless night. Somewhere old Before the fall. There's something without song. Light That don't belong to be. Without a sound Of peace and gentle tease. The shadows left behind Of both of us be kind. The peace of what we've been Within the dark Like thin. We are the sunrise Of something morning dew. Every stone Is part of me and blue. When the stars, They start to dance with you. And tonight, A symphony of grace. Like deeper dreams, I see the world in grace.