Spirit of the Rising Moon

Ashram

Spirit of the rising moon, 
In the wind I come to you, 
Like a desert needs the rain receive my hopes 
And set me free... 

In the dark I cross the door, 
The candle shines and lights my face... 
In the night your flame is gold, 
Invade my soul and light my way...


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