Oxen - Never

Never before
Has the moon been born so quiet
So gentle
So still
So still
The loot of the evening
Shrouded in silence
Calls to the blue fields
With a whisper in the trees
I have never seen
The sky so silent
So gentle, so deep
The moon is an iris, a pale bead of light
And wrapped inside its glow, the antkwari
Bye bye bye bye bye
River shining in white
I feel the silence on my life
Every shadow, every light pulls me deeper through the night
Here, my dear, a cocky's field
Sleeps beneath the stars