When the golden moon was in its heavn’ly bower
I picked my flute and sat among the flowers,
I waited a while and felt the breeze
The yet unsung tune came with ease.

I closed my eyes as I began to play
So I could clearly picture that day,
On sabbath morning many moons ago
When we all left to be seen no more.

Under the hills and mounds we went
Many a days in sadness spent,
Until we took a look around
In the heart of darkness, beauty abound.

We built, we toiled
Muddy and soiled,
At length stood a glorious home
With a little help from the Gnomes.

Soon we grew accustomed
And our courts were summoned
‘We, People of peace’, spoke the Queen,
‘Shall wait here and never be seen’.

Under hallowed grounds we still roam
Now something we can call a home,
We wait for the race of Adam to see
To awake from their long reverie.

Their eyes see not what we saw in that world so old;
The sun cannot warm their hearts so cold,
Hatred and reasoning will be their poisoned arrow;
Shot to each heart bleeding in sorrow.

But when the scales grow heavy
And their seven seas get so wavy,
A truth shall be foretold
And the awakening we will behold.

I closed my eyes as I played
Awaiting that joyous day,
I stopped and opened them after a while
I spotted my fleeting audience- so agile.

The deer and the toads under the shrub
My thoughtful melody they seem to love,
The woods laid still in heavy silence
I looked up at the yonder moon in reverance

She looked so pale and so forlone
The golden sheen was now all gone,
With tears of pearl she said to me,
‘That was the saddest song that will ever be!’

July,2006.

Beppu, Oita, Japan

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