By the banyan trees late at night,
Come with me for a moonlight walk,
To a secret flowered garden,
Where night owls do their midnight talk;

I’ll take you to a sacred place,
Wherein a nightingale was born,
And keeping our voices down,
We’ll hear his lovely evening song;

There by silver-watered fountains,
Enclosed by purple-white daisies,
On special nights when stars are bright,
We can see the moonlight fairies.

The night dream will begin as one,  
To cast its net over my mind,
The shapeless shadows have their fun,  
To fish my thoughts to join their kind;  
These clueless inconsistent waves,  
Will merge and morph with all their might,  
Till daylight brings its dashing rays,  
And day dream shines its dauntless light.

He is really very fast
With his fingers, hands, and feet
He practises martial arts
And he's really hard to beat
He's in the gym for hours
And never misses a day
For it is his daily dream
To follow the champion's way

The laughter, smiles, are all gone,
No exit, from dusk till dawn,
Rainstorms, mist, fog, fill the mind,
Clear skies, flowers, left behind,
The slide into depression,
Logic into regression,
Mental state wavers in gloom,
Brink of destruction and doom.

In life we weave through forests dark,
We blunder through mazes blind,
Stumbling through blackness for the Light,
That we hope one day we’ll find.

The dark is bathed in a light so pale,
As moonlight spreads its glowing veil,
Like a bride's silk-covered face,
Tempting with a sensuous trace,
Lights of beauty are dotted here and there,
While unsung music hangs in the air,
Somewhere lovers stroll with expectancy,
As they enjoy their moonlight fantasy.

Everyone has secrets to hide,
Their real feelings they dare not show,
Which often lead to misunderstandings,
And sometimes a deadly blow.