I would like to read to you
In the bottom of the lights, when we stand
The lines etched into the ground below
Such are the forms
Move along ---
Lying in quietness we wait
We wait, we wait, we wait
Within this feeling
Harbors the object that is to be formed
Will you hear?
Will you hear?
I dreamt of the illuminated surface of the moon
Because such a thing is also an object
That roll, and rolls within
Before the rise of the lights
Could you perhaps place your finger
Softly touching the surface?
In the end, all will settle
All will go back to the floor
So just a second now