The dainty stars that kissed the spring of our tide

The bounty lips laden with timely of glee

Over the greens of mountain top

Where snow clad mountains transform to an angelic bird
Flutter of their mystic wings in a blissful glory

Thousand rhymes unsung in the passionate kiss

The tender blissful silent moon lapping our kiss

Beckoning the yarn of untold fantasy.

To transgress beyond wilderness

The mystique shades of Divine grace.

To fathom the passion in our lonely debonair

Akin to helpless blessed orphan.

The stars sing a lullaby

The light of their absolute wonder

Into the mystic realms of the shadow

Reminding of the devils galore.