There, in dream, and my eyes see but her. Gazing, tonight, at sky. Light of silver, and past, crimson, emerald, azure. Amber leaves fall, from what tree of ether, and the nevernight comes. What then her? Upon every ring upon every star, her song. Breathless in such grace, resolve, and the sun moves in step to her sound. As if dawn, dusk, then dawn were for her. As if I could only sleep, waiting for her.
– Mitsuo Tanaka