You are as The silver moonlight Which with its grace Dances on the surface of this lake. You, who penetrates my depths And ripples into my being Causing waves to quake. I will be your shelter, In my open arms I will be your rest. I will be as the caves of old, Within me you may find peace From the raging tempest of the world. You may shutter your eyes and dream, For the fire will remain Even if to fuel it, I must burn.