The fields flicker in the wind like fire, yet the flowers still as ice.
The crickets playing their sweet song and she's crying in her wooden castle.
The moon shines down like a long, white, peaceful veil, touching what it can reach,
but hidden behind clouds not as bright.
Darkness seems far when the baby had a twinkle in its eyes,
but it's surrounding us as we breath it in. Softly, ever so softly we breath it in.
You think you can hear the quiet footsteps of the soft kitten you once touched,
but the continue of the light rush of wind is louder.
Even so as that wind fights with the crickets, each a beautiful sound,
focus on your breath. Don't forget about your heart as it beats with the stars.
Leaves seem restless don't they? Especially in these nights,
But there are no owls "Who-ing", or wolves howling.
Her eyes are closed but the tears are still there.
The knight and all his dull armor will come in the morning.
It's perfectly imperfect,
But he can never have this night.