The moon goes unseen
beyond the starlight
softly, but so far away
not giving any warmth
another night I feel
another night
the night
another night I feel
alone, like a black moon
a black moon
black moon
on which no one's light is shining
I'm breathing yes and no
whether the sun will shine
in my garden tomorrow morning
whether someone will come
someone will come
someone
who wants to stay with me
The budding flowers
and tense and winterstill
winterstill
Maybe, maybe today
someone will discover
me and all my names
maybe my flowers will open
scenting richly and full
in the gardens
of my heart