The moon settles in the dusky sky.
The gentle eyes of the north star
rest upon your sleeping face
and the heavens gaze upon you.

In this moment, I know;
You are not from the ground on which you tread,
but of the stars.
You are my radiant, my celestial child.

As night is drown’d by morning
you remain at my side,
accompanying the sunrise
until night swells again across the sky.

Then, dreaming, you return to the stars.
Dreaming, you return to the stars.
You are my radiant, my celestial child.