The summer is past,
The days of sun is over and gone.
But lights appear on the earth
Against the darkening leaves.
The time of quiet light has come,
When it is you and I who are to scatter
The night sky with hope.
Arise, dear soul and find your place
In the constellation of your generation.
Sound your truth without fear,
For the night is there to help you shine,
Not to ravish your warmth.
Remember, it is only the sun
That turns your steps over to shadows.
You alone are a company of armies
Marching to the beat of a thousand hearts
That came before you.
Come now, go forth with your gentle light,
Embrace your destiny,
And roses will surely bloom
In your wake.