twilight 
growing in my shadow 
a starless airy sky 
intending to imply 
that the sun was dying 

starlight 
creeping in my window 
a ghostly lantern's glow 
it tried to let me know 
there was time outside 

moonlight 
raining on my shoulders 
casting out my fears 
and drawing ever nearer 
to betray its holder 

dawning 
peering o'er the mountain 
it scatters darkness' trace 
and all will hide their face 
to behold its glory 

there was time 
only little was seen 
but we know 
this is strong 
like the growth of a seed 

it is what's determined 
and has been set forth 
many years have decided 
but regret is cold 

running down, running down 
running down, running down 
running down, running down 
like a river over me 

in starlight 
in starlight 

it surrounds, it surrounds 
it surrounds, it surrounds 
it surrounds, it surrounds 
even what we can't see 

in starlight 
in starlight 

not a sound, not a sound 
not a sound, not a sound 
not a sound, for it arrives 
only quietly