All of us are here
There’s silence in the air
A stillness all about us
Dust from a moth’s wing
Covers everything
Glowing in the quiet
Floating through the air
Light means nothing here
For there is no darkness
Shining milky skin
Free from all the sin
For thousands of years
Standing on the surface
Calm without a purpose
On our silver marble
We are not at home
We are not alone
We are all new here
This was written a while back in order to describe what I saw when listening to the song Compliante La De Butte. Beautiful song, hard to find though.