(1)
What defines the human spirit
when we are pushed to our limits?
What ghosts are we chasing through
day and night?
Are ghosts chasing us through
valleys and up mountains?
(2)
I see the moon in a dewdrop,
does the moon see me?
I look across the river
as the black wolf approaches.
I look uphill
as the shadows swallow the trees
(3)
I drink the sunset’s last light
and as the sky dissappears
and the cold air settles,
I am content in my place here
and I let go of remaining thoughts
making room for ten thousand lanterns.
