From afar I'm watching life,
I watch the fire of your soul,
I sit behind my telescope
And from a mile I explore -
The ice that is your thought I see,
The lightning of your beauty strikes me.
I see from here, upon my moon -
What are the things from which I'm far,
I almost think as if I know you,
Yet all I feel is chill of night,
And none of your own warmth.

I look at you, and see a dream,
Which I am not a part of -
I'm but a stranger on the moon,
Somewhere much far below you,
For I have fled to my own moon, my exile of thought.
I thought there'd be no passions here,
But how could I have guessed,
That up there on the earth I left -
The fires of mankind burn?
Not even in my wildest dreams,
Could I perceive the shock of lightning -
As a celestial bliss,
Nor could I think the burning of a torch,
Could bring a welcome warmth.