Another Return

It's newmoon time, you're seeking suspect every blurry sight new fallen snow it flatters in the misty light Can you hear them speaking? Tones from a hidden place with a licentiuos play they reach you in a sensous way Do return! They're not gods, not human. Reality is not far away not close Is there a reason? Like a laughing silence it hits you everytime you turn around Is there a reason? A unique moment fills you sorrow is far away such a spiritual sense this balance; undeniable! The tingle in my body makes me want to fly Drifting on waves the only sight is new moon's light --- Another Return - Midnattsol