Metamorphic Moon Lyrics

I reach out to touch the moon
And now there is nothing
But the moon;
No hands to touch
No eyes to devour
Only a tarnished flower
Torn from a dream

Each breath of memory;
Cold dead flowers
Floating in a stream

I reach out to touch the moon
I sever the whiteness from its stem

In a soundless meadow
Buried in snow
I carry your flower
Into the void