When the moon on a cloud cast night
shine above the tree tops’bright
You sang me of some distant past
That made my heart beat strong and fast
Now I know I’m home at last
You offered me an eagle’s wing
That to the sun I might soar and sing
And if I heard the owl’s cry
Into the forest I would fly
And in its darkness find you by.
And so our love’s not a simple thing
Nor our truths unwavering
But like the moon’s pull on the tide
Our fingers touch our hearts collide
I’ll be a moon’s breath from your side
Oggi è una vera giornata autunnale: fredda, grigia. Mi invoglierebbe a stare sotto un piumotto con una tazza di tè bollente e una pila di libri al mio fianco da divorare al lumicino.
holism in the attic (archives) 