Far away, the candle of heaven floats.
Peeking through falling mountainous towers,
Hiding from the breathful wind's gracious notes,
And dancing to rhythms nature offers.
As it sets, spreading warmth to all softly,
like a delicate, radiant flower,
the sky turns luminous shades of beauty.
Patiently waiting for one to admire.
As anxious, is the frozen silver moon,
waiting for his magical appearance,
like a fool, he shines with a playful tune,
to freeze time between lovers existance.
He'll mesmerize those with a heart of stone.
His romantic mood sails you through the night,
with future promises left to be known,
in the hands and spirit of yours to fight.
