The evetides rise on the moon
scratching its eyelids
of nature over the bones willow
protecting the dead

as the sinew of butterflies take wings
sounding as if angels bringing peace
taking notes on the lyrical quotes
of spirits singing shadows over the sea

neath the sky of desolate winds
listening to the Hourglass cry
as the rains fall more softly
the eventides rise on the moon

as the ensemble of the lords gather
in Basque long stockings
of nature over the bones willow
protecting the dead