Night. In the night, scales of moonlight glisten.
From the mountain descends voiceless distance.
I have come here alone to the mountain at night.
Behind me lies a world, an anguish now past.
Listen—something is whispering secretly in the wood:
All you have desired, all is understood.
And here beneath the mountain, down in this valley,
the distance is breathing so close I can feel it.
In an instant… all vanishes. Dream and pathway. Distance.
I am alone. Above the trail, scales of moonlight glisten.