The End Of Night

Till the morning breath colors the hill
Hear nothing though I listen carefully
Till the morning breath colors the hill
Hear nothing though I listen carefully
My eyes are starting to get ready to take the light
My eyes are starting to let the light come inside
Ready now…
Bird takes water
and sings back the song she just had learned
Night dew that colors the forest
Pictures the glowing look in the sun
Inside the deep fog
The flower white as snow holds its breath
You will wave your hand to someone
That you met inside of your dream
A bell is ringing in distance
Yes, this is the end of night…