In times past
When the stars still shone
Deep in the hills, two roads wound on
One was walked by the Pale Moon
Whose shaded feet promised that soon
Night would fall, and the trees could sigh
Heavy with sleep so dreams might fly
On the other
Stepped the Blazing Sun
Her bright face lets the day out to run
In her soft resplendent meadows
Where flowers adorn the hedgerows
From one road
The other could be seen
And each being would of the other dream
In their dreams they'd walk together
The Moon spilling black shadows like feathers
That would line the path for the Sun
And ease her feet that softly run their sweet light
Across the path
Greeting flowers cherishing the dark
From one road
The other could be seen
And each being would of the other dream
Hand in hand they'd walk the hills
Soul to soul if they had their will
And yet only in dreams do the paths converge
As they walk only between trees do emerge
Glimpses of their lonely faces stepping through
The beautiful places built carefully by their falling feet
The beguiling night
Built high with towers
And rising steeples
And perfumed hours
Or the bright day, leaves glowing in light
And flower maidens
Dancing at the sight
Their sweet sorrow smells heavy like flowers in the rain
Or borrowed time from separate paths
Their hearts entwine
From one road
The other could be seen
And of each other they would dream
And of each other
They would dream