The Pale Moonlight

There is no story without the wandering.
When the way is dark, the dark gives into the divine.
She doesn't go into the garden without being over and under him.
Ancient dreams steps into the shadows of our lives.
At midnight the sun is shining in the valley below.
Every man is at least half-wrong.
The heart has its reasons.
Love wants what is furthest and pleasure wants what is close.
The pale moonlight, it follows me as I walk.
In two worlds, Here and There, stretched across the sky.
I pull the stars down.
Reason enough to be unreasonable.
Stumbling in the darkness, the pale moonlight shows me the way...