When you turn your gaze, to the sparkling night sky
A thought should trickle, into your eye.
"Woe unto me, whomst the galaxy should shine.
A sparkling glimmer of existence to mind".

But so from far away we are, to know, which position we should start,
And which direction we should turn our hearts…

For we are alone, in the night of the galaxy.
We do not see the truth, beyond the trees.
We do not feel, the gaping sun’s energy.
We caress in the dust shaken, from his inner peace.
Alone, if you could see.
A peaceful king, Lies asleep…