The Silverware Of The Night
In the night you see an inaudible moon
On tiptoes she walks along the sky
In all her silvery clothes this hot-air balloon
Looks at the silvery leaves like a spy
Her gentle, silvery beams point silvery roads
She sprinkles sequins along the seas
And near streams silver dust on slimy toads
Sleeping birds in silverware on trees
The night remains in silver all night long
Awaiting the day to be in gold
So night can remove her nightgown for morn
Until nightfall when silver unfolds