Solitary vigil on a windless night
winter moon rising, bitter cold
smoke-like thoughts drift through the dark
phantom creatures with no place to land
fire’s burnt out, not an ember remains
now I know what I really am:
everything, nothing

Solitary vigil on a windless night
winter moon rising, bitter cold
smoke-like thoughts drift through the dark
phantom creatures with no place to land
fire’s burnt out, not an ember remains
now I know what I really am:
everything, nothing
