Oh, silent midnight
Empty canvas of the light kingdom
Of winged sacred spirits that have surpassed flight
Companions of shadows, guardians of the god of light
Daughters of the blind gods of creation that wore stars for sight
Weavers of nets that sift the contents
Of souls suffering from reality's plight
Childish gods of creation that play at the infinite shores of the present
Dipping their crafty hands into the glistening ocean of life
To mould meditating sculptures that exudes a harmonious energy
The everlasting breath of peace
That quiets the tides of the ocean of life
Warriors armed with stillness
At war with monsters that ride upon the backs of the winds of time
Oh, silent midnight
Goddess of the stars
Monks that praise her through their light
Daughter of the forgotten gods of dreams
Brown skin beings
That dreamed themselves out of reality's seams
To take refuge on the land that
Resonates laughter when the tree of life breathes
Brown skin beings born from leaves
Plucked from the en-flamed branches of the golden great tree
Leaves that whisper secret conversations of the tree of life
To the unborn
Oh, silent midnight canvas of the light
My soul laughs with thee
At reality's fragile light
Oh, silent eve
That stars praise through their light
I have joined the insane choir conducted by the sea
Forever bless us with your silence
As we laugh till the END OF TIME
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