The Moon

Full moon in the height Full moon in the night Influence of the moon Can make an artist or a loon of loves Spirit, like the moon Can be an expanded white balloon Which hovers Life is a dream When it reflects a gleam That we catch as the essence Which is hidden in the beam Feel the moon It is the daughter of mystic water We hear the tune played By the light of the moon Intuition is condition to understand The moonlight it means is clean mind See.. Feel.. Love.. Hear The moon! Listen to the moon! O, listen to the moon! The moon! We are deceived By what's believed lies of the moon Our soul have strewn Watching the other Side someone thinks That is a mother what seemed a sphinx The moon deludes The moon is shrewd The moon misleads The moon obtrudes The moon inside... Fantasy fades soon When not supported by the moon in crescent Fancies sends the moon And they are granted as a boon or present The calling of the moon O, the moon serenade Music played by the moonlight The moon in the morning must fade At night can evermore rise It is the night maid In daytime disguise Of morning afraid Influence of the moon Can make an artist or a loon of lovers Below the moon Within the silent night We hear it's sounding light It's music is the movement Of emotions which are burning In the sweetness of creation Recreated by the magic Force of love It's the motion of sensations Returning to imagination In the deepness resonated By the magic of the moon It's the movement it's the motion Of emotions of sensations They are burning they're returning Recreated by the magic, Burning by the magic, magic Of the moon