Though sky he was, not blue or white

And wherever the winds were breezing

Clouds of black were falling down

And rain that was freezing



When the lightning struck

The moonlight was plain and pale

And blinking sky still silent as death

Staring from the above



We felt the ghostly face of night

And the damp covering its might

Sitting on the rock beyond the life

We stared again at the sky



Then the lightning struck the tree

Standing fearless on the hill

It was whispered to us to come by it

And feel the powers of nature so free



And now the nightingale was singing

Heard by two adventurers smiling

Under the moon that was now full

And mother nature in its infinity



Still the betrothed are sitting beyond the life

And wondering the glory and the adore of night

And the eternity continues as the freedom

Calls us to Dance in the Twilight...