
A long winter day.
Finally, I can
speak to the moon.
And become a spirit.
Standing straight,
letting the troubles
slip away.
Somewhere behind me,
an owl hoots.
And the world,
is truly mine.
A long winter day.
Finally, I can
speak to the moon.
And become a spirit.
Standing straight,
letting the troubles
slip away.
Somewhere behind me,
an owl hoots.
And the world,
is truly mine.