Summon

We belong to those tender hands that caress us away from loneliness

Day closes its bright eyes,
Night wraps its mighty arms,
Darkness strew around its charms
In thousands clouds of fireflies.
Before the Moon starts to rise,
Breeze wafts its weightless song,
Bringing sweet memories along,
From far away and tender hands,
Calling from warm and lovely lands,
To go back where life and soul belong