Gentle is the spirit
of the night
that touches the soul
in her flight
wrapping with wings
and second sight
and speaking the blessing
she brings

Whispering deep
the songs of old
with a teardrop chord
ancient and bold
These are the memories
steeped and untold
with an ache we've yet
to understand

Take her hand
and then you'll fly
up the starlight steps
through open sky
Take no heed
for the tears in her eyes
which are only the longing
of a mysterious life

Come to the river
boldly and know
the answer you've asked
of the creatures below
Yet they live in darkness
Same as you now
So reach to the heavens
and let your pain go