Dark is the night 

when the moon does not shine,

when the clouds are not black,

when you are not mine,

and when your whispering retracts. 

Silent is the dawn

when the Earth's breath is light,

when nature's sigh whispers its melody,

and when creation emerges out of night. 

Silent is the dawn

when your hair floats in the breeze

and your soul runs wandering, free. 

Blinding is is the light that a new day brings

shedding warmth as the horizon aligns,

giving life and voice to all who sing. 

Blinding is the light

when our fingers intertwine

and our souls take flight.