From near the clouds i saw, a host of golden tulips,
Their petals like sunset skies, kissing the sun's lips.

Sun, when drowns in the sea of love,
The stars come out to say goodbye,
And the moon watches from above,
Remembering his love with a sigh.

Light of Moon as touches the hills,
Iridescent flowers close their eyes,
Glancing, angels come out and swirl,
Harps then play to their loud cries, as
The night subsides and day arrives.

Moon:
“O Sky! How hideous, and dark am I?
With hatred, looks a tiny fly.
O Sky! How evil, and ugly am I?,
Even death is too scared to cry.”

Sun:
“O friend! Don't heed the fly nor death,
They are the waste-lings of the earth.
O friend! Take a part of my breath,
and be renewed, with a new birth.”

Moon:
“O Sun! How can I,
Am I not the ugly one?”
Sun:
“O Love! How can you not,
Am I not the mighty one?”

Moon:
“Thankful, am I to you,
Humble, am I to me.”

Sun:
“O Love! How beautiful you are,
The light, you always scare away,
But night always welcomes you.
But I still for-see, a peaceful way.”

Moon:
“O Sun! Did I not tell you?
I am the ugly one.
Even you ran away from me,
Where do I run?”

The river is singing under my feet,
As I balance on this broken oak bridge;
Ah! the sins of forbiddance I repeat,
As the wind blows my soul into the ridge.

But what are all these dark notions worth,
If I, my voice is razed, from this earth.

With every tear you drop,
Its my heart that stops.

Love, a flame that burns in water,
When the ice melts, it but freezes,
The hottest day departs, but it gets hotter;
Leaving behind a husk, autumn deceases,
But Love descends from the Heavenly Sky,
To wake who died and perish all who ask, "Why?"

What is it if not love?
That is born when two hearts rhyme,
What is it if not love?
That lives between Death and Time.

Ah! And Love never says the petty “good-bye”,
‘Cause it certainly returns, when say I, "Good-bye".