for Helen
Moon rise, moon fall;
silence fills the banquet hall.
The branches rustle, the spirits call.
Moon rise, moon fall...
Sun set, sun rise; the teacher pulls the curtain aside. Some things are revealed and some must hide. Sun set, sun rise...
Different worlds live side by side;
which are false, and which are true?
Ice is king in the winter time;
come the spring, it's melted through.
Moon rise, low tide;
nature pulls the veil aside.
And now, in the dark, there's no place left to hide.
Lying here, by your side...
