The moon goes unseen beyond the starlight softly, but so far away not giving any warmth another night I feel another night the night
another night I feel alone, like a black moon a black moon black moon
on which no one's light is shining I'm breathing yes and no whether the sun will shine in my garden tomorrow morning whether someone will come someone will come someone
who wants to stay with me The budding flowers and tense and winterstill winterstill
Maybe, maybe today someone will discover me and all my names maybe my flowers will open scenting richly and full in the gardens of my heart