Crescent Moon
Ah the sand beneath your feet
A yellow carpet
In the palace of your wilderness
Only king and servant is you
Searching for the pyramid
That guards the emerald board
It was a crescent moon
When you have been intiated
In the science of the black earth
And the optimism of youth
Pushed you in quests
Into the paper worlds
Of the library of Cairo
Crescent Moon
Two sides of the same coin
The poor in mind are satified
With what they see
Crescent Moon
And they bear the sign of imprefection
Because they miss the other side
The invisible
Crescent Moon
Few words carved with diamond
Could draw the curtains
That cover the glassy cage of senses
The warm touch fo the starlight
(Magnes) Will be the proof
And the philosopher's stone your trophy
Grab the golden rope and climb
The imaginary walls of your thoughts
You may fall
But at least you'll have tried
