Hush now… hush… the thorns can sing… They braid the dark with silver string… The moon misplaced her porcelain face… And left it in the crow’s embrace… Sleep… don’t turn around… Rock, little leaf… the roots grow deep… Where silent rivers never sleep… The fox wears stars beneath his skin… And hunts where little dreams begin… Hush now… hush… don’t fear the night… Darkness keeps its candles bright… Don’t answer… Not your name… When morning comes… it may not stay… The moon remembers every stray… Hush now… hush… the thorns still sing… They weave the dark with silver string… Close your eyes… We’re waiting…
