I am the night.
The day has no meaning to me.
I am born of the night,
I am it's offspring.
I am the cat that walks by himself.
When the night dies, I die,
when the night lives, I live.
I am the night . . .
Across the tundra, cold and dry,
Across the ocean blue,
Across the barren dessert sands,
Nelphina will find you.
Deep beneath the surface green,
The surface of the land,
Nelphina's waiting patiently,
Outstretched with welcome hands.
Lie in harmony with the earth,
Lie in the shade of the trees,
Listen to the song of the birds,
That gifted few will see.
When looking for Nelphina,
Hearken here to me,
Listen to this simple rhyme,
So that you will see . . .
Deep I forests, dark and wet,
Where all nature's rules are set,
a constant humming you can't see,
that is where Nelphina be.
Listen, listen you can hear,
High up in the trees,
The birds, the lizards, of the rain,
In the canopy.
Heated by the lava's flow,
Tended by the kind,
The eggs will sit until the hatch,
And grow in strength and mind.
It is there, still waiting,
The heat of the flow,
Until you can finally reach,
Nelphina's loving glow.
The night was closing in on me,
I had never seen the day.
When sun had set on the statue,
My skin would fall away.
I was free from stone entrapment,
Rejuvenated by the day.
On my left an angel stood,
To wipe a frown away.
This morning she was no longer there,
That angel by my side.
Her form was stolen from its place,
So I looked up and cried,
"Oh, heavens, what have I done,
to earn this curse tonight?
I have been faithful and true to you,
I've always done you right."
The stars, they would not answer me,
as the wind blew through the air,
I turned by head and bowed in shame,
To face another's stare.
"Where is she? What have you done,
I thought you loved her so.
But as I look at her place so bare,
I see, 'twas all a show."
I could not face her father's voice,
To him I could not fend,
So I turned and glided away,
my heart I could not mend.
I had to leave my home, you see,
In which my life did thrive,
I'll search the heavens and the earth,
Be she dead, or be alive.
Sorrow of the Blind Man
I never saw the gardens,
I never saw the trees,
I only heard the creak of wood;
The rustling of leaves.
I merely smelled the flowers,
I heard the cries of a mare,
Which only led to wonder,
Something wonderful was there.
I heard my lover's whispers,
I felt her playful stare,
I touched her face with tenderness,
I smelled her sweet, soft hair.
Never saw the greenest pastures,
Never looked into the skies,
Never knew the grace of eagles,
Or the colours of her eyes.
I don't know what I look like,
I have no use for a mirror,
I've never seen the water,
Be it foggy, blue or clear.
I've not seen anything my life,
Not one sun came up to rise,
But the only thing I wish I saw,
Was the colours of her eyes.
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