How high the moon, it could perceive
everybody‘s sleep.
In the midst of the
night, plain darkness,
the moon owns an
inner light…
My, oh my sweet moon, could you tell me,
where or with whom
she sleeps.
Won‘t you give me,
some kind of comfort,
just to lead me in
my sleep ?
And what about our dreams ?
They flow within our souls
with a power we
don‘t know.
And what about her dreams ?
Gosh, I‘d like to know,
what‘s going on, in her heart…
How high the moon, it could perceive
everybody‘s dream.
In the midst of the
night, plain darkness,
the moon owns a
spiritual light…
My, oh my sweet moon, could you tell me,
if she‘s lying safe
in a dream.
Holy moon, if you
whirl around her home,
won‘t you please
take care of her soul ?
And what about our lives ?
They hang on thin lines,
with a narrowness, hard to control.
And what about our loves ?
It‘s something so obscure,
so lovely, though sometimes it swirls…
My, oh my sweet moon, could you assure me,
she‘s somewhere safe
in between
The everlasting
fight, I‘d give all my might,
for to see her smile again…
for to see her smile again…
©Matt Oehler 2011
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