Rancho Santa Fe

Softened by something, the darkness is done
The moon can speak to the wind
She flows on so quiet, the tide having turned
What was brittle and broken now burned

I notice a change in your eyes
The stars in the river are dying
No longer cold, finally able to catch
The ghosts flying into the night

Arise, flying into the
Falling into the night
Arise, falling into the
Flying into the night

Time of forgiveness upon us at last
The wind sighs a prayer to the sun
Woven as quiet, as clouds move above
The stars shine together as one