Roses petals fall slowly into the pond.
Lost words from the beyond are uttered that were once thought lost.
They replay in the relection of the moonlight.
The shadowy night is when they take flight.

Such a beautiful sight!
The souls in the night; once had a reason but lost the final fight!
What a beatiful sight!
What i saw in the moonlight.
The view of the shadows that were left behind with spite.

Oh how i wonder;
When too, will i end like the night when comes sunlight?
Will i too- take flight, in the luminescent moonlight?
And i look to the sky, with wonder in my eye.
On the spirit's time to fly through the night.