In the purple mists of evening

[gray_ghost710]

In the purple mists of evening
a warm wind guides me through these trees
and at this stream
I lay to rest.

And through the ages I have fought,
to find that end.
And now I see,
In those gray clouds,
that the wind had beckoned me.

When the moth chases the shadow of a flame
and the flame chases the shadow of the moth.
See its rejuvenation on the soul
as we watch their shadows dance on the wall

So smile to the extinguished sun,
in the purple mists of evening.