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.