That night a silver crystal streams
Were falling down from distant dreams...
You were alone
So scared and white -
I thought you could be moon apart.
You were like earth
In early spring -
Yet cold from snow
but turning green.
You were like shadow -
Old and grey,
Like pictures,
Tears,
Forgotten graves.
I thought you still could be a moon
for lonely vision
or for doom...
But is it truth? That sparkling stream?
And only silver crystal dreams
Are falling down this lonely night...
I thought you could be love and life...