Seclusion

I love the nightfall when we are all
in the shadow of the Earth
I love the illusion of seclusion
for all that it is worth

I love the starlight and the Moon's sight
when sailing through the sky
there is no trouble in my bubble
there is no reason why

all the world's dreams flow away in streams
problems disappear
in electric light it seems I might
get rid of what I fear

which is what's to come, will we be one
in the shadow of the Earth
will we meditate so we resonate
together will we give birth

to a living stream, an electric beam
twirling round and round
consummation, illumination
whenever we are found

to be as one while having fun
in the shadow of the night
the illusion of seclusion
the only shining light...