Moonspell
Imagine a thin courtain freely on the sky, so delicate that you can believe it is an illusion. So thin that it lets your imagination fly with the full image of a silver disk, perfect silver carved in the black mantle. Like witnessing the wings of an angel, like believing again.
I feel observed in taciturn nightwatch, calmly staring back at me with it's only eye. It never gazes in another direction or closes it's unexistant eyelids. Like a cathedral, orchestrated with silence, remaining on one place, moving the world around her...
I'm under it's spell, in love. I want to reach her with my hand, but soon I learn that there are times in which love can not be touched.
It's gone now, it can't be forever mine. She departed to the west this night, falling into the horizon. Others will see it.
I feel observed in taciturn nightwatch, calmly staring back at me with it's only eye. It never gazes in another direction or closes it's unexistant eyelids. Like a cathedral, orchestrated with silence, remaining on one place, moving the world around her...
I'm under it's spell, in love. I want to reach her with my hand, but soon I learn that there are times in which love can not be touched.
It's gone now, it can't be forever mine. She departed to the west this night, falling into the horizon. Others will see it.