The pulsating, pearl moon Harbours the last remnants of romance, Scintillating, in the valourous sky, As I surrender to call upon her spirit To bring her back to me. I longingly strip, craving the vivacity of her caress. Irresistible, I would yield to the perpetual Power of her touch. Immersed in the shadowy depths, Rippling serenities of thought. I glimpse at her reflective soul, Shimmering upon the ravenous river, Emanating from the stars In all their graceful radiance. Her heart illuminates The benevolent evening. The breath of inevitability Stings my skin, as I dress, Firing my arrows of impatience Disconsolately, into the shivering azure, Hoping for a way To penetrate her very being.