The Time Is Night

The time is night In its all alone landscape While the moon is bright Of shadows flame shape From the hours deep dark And glow clouds above Where silences will spark From turmoil of inside love The time is found In the nowhere of everywhere Turning constantly around To here and then to there Steadily about to pass As the Sun again goes down Shadows ferment like glass In its gyrating crown Love is like eternity Always moving forward on For the inner glows to see And transmit lives rubicon Paradise in slumber steam Seeds of the faith awake Oceans of its deep stream In its moment's take