Be still my beating heart;
The sky has been draped with a blanket of stars.
Clusters scattered amongst a black canvas, looking over a world at rest.
The coolness of the air lingers, as if it was frozen in fear.
And the moon pierces a whole in the hearts of man who wander the obis;
Searching for the unsearchable.
Mountains shift and tides recede, revealing the truth;
Blind to those who seek it.
Only to appear to the weary wanderer, who longs for longings sake,
will an answer unmask itself
Be still my beating heart,
Let your rhythm remain true