Me in my Glasshouse
Watching the moon
I'm in my Glasshouse
Watching the moon
Wind blows
Bright lights
In the cold
Deep night
Floats in the ocean
Bound by the sea
She floats in the ocean
She goes
For her breakaway
Advances to the shore
Mmhh
She goes
For her breakaway
As I stare into the storm
Me in my Glasshouse
Watching the moon
I'm in my Glasshouse
Watching the moon
Silver streams
Through the night
Whispers weave
Quiet flight
Starts to approach me
Bound by the sea
She starts to approach me
She goes
For her breakaway
Advances to the shore
Mmhh
She goes
For her breakaway
As I stare into the storm
And light flows
Through those shadows
Until their gathering
Grows into art
As if the most natural of worlds
Turns out to be the most artificial
It steals my breath
And gives it back anew
She makes the earth tremble
And the sea take flight
Laws of nature
Grow apart from tides
And the tempest
Sings its lullaby