As the Angel Goes To Sleep

The sun hides its face And the clouds watch idly by While the moon begins its ascension And the day dissolves to night One last gust of wind One last solar cheer Before the angel sleeps And twilight starts its year Her pace quickens as she sees the end And she illuminates the lamp behind The darkness cannot take all For the priestess of the moon is kind And the confusion haze teases For it knows what’s to be done Now the clouds float on by As giant mirrors for the sun They tell of times past And times that are yet to come Their iridescent smile Glowing coals around the sun The wind forever brushes on And the night has just to tell But another mirror beckons Elle est la lune, elle est très belle 15-Mar-2006