The moonlit sky hovers
a dark and empty street
A night submerged with wonder
and stillness

In a blissful voice, the night sang
about a faraway land,
where the pastures danced
and summer was everlasting

Lustrous knights roam the land
and the goblins lurks in the shadow
Like the darkness I lay on
As my bones relish in the calm
of this wonderful night

my heart's a flower
my life's in full bloom
I'm no garden
I'm the very fragrance
of roses in bloom
breathe me in

Luminous and luscious she shines.
Every day he feels closer,
to that scenic byway life,
the inspirational proposer.

Elegant, light lady, no rationed spirit she is.
Night’s sacred, silent co-worker,
for the work that lay ahead
for this proud and weary dream lurker,
Longing for his truth to be said.

Sustenance he found in the moon’s warm, insulated snow.
For she cast all his sorrows to hell,
Like the Christian story of original sin.
FOR hell, he had been, and TO hell he should go,
If not, he keeps her soft, transcendent light for him,
always in his sky, aglow.