The sun ascends over the horizon,
As if it carried a concealed paintbrush...

Come and take a look in my eyes
Look past the image of you that you will see...

Alderliefest,
Doth this note find thou's own hands...

Every night it is the same;
I love yous leave her lips...

At the end of day
I lie down in my bed...

On the tip of the horizon,
Reading an unreliable map...

When I first had the pleasure
of meeting your kindred spirit...

From afar a wolf cries--
echoing mournfully...

The golden brilliance in the sky,
graces us with it's presence, smiling...

In the shade of the moonlight,
With the wind twining its false fingers through...

In this world that seems desolate and bleak
Why won't you help me see, what inspires me...

There is a grace,
none matched by four paws...