While we were in slumber
The sky a velvet sheet of black,
Pricked with shimmering silver and gold,
Like glitter tossed across breathless dark,
Milky white traces of light shine down,
Allighting on branches, hills and valleys,
The moon is smiling as she lulls the world to sleep.
Few are awake to witness the ancient display,
most are walking far, far away, alone in the land of dreaming.
The wind flies down among the forests,
Leaving no trace but the sighing of bows,
Trailing long ghostly fingers behind.
All the world is sleeping, all the world is at peace.
All wait for morn, for glorious sun.
For the sun rises shining, this new day begun.
