moogle song

We write our names in the light of stars
On the stones at midnight reflecting
the tranquil sadness of the moon,
And by the mouth of our caves
We dance to an audience of stars.

We cast our happiness down the hillside
Down darkness, the town of the sleeping
innocent and oblivious to the night,
And we sing our songs to the moon
As we move under the light of stars.

We sleep under the shelter of the stars
Out in the cool evening growing
silver blades out of the moon's face,
And we sleep with stones for pillows
We sleep with a warm blanket of stars.

We rise again in this endless night
To its endless applause lingering
with the gentle echoes like voices,
Of stars from a distance clapping
As we dance to an audience of stars.

2001.feb