The silver stars, a fable they cite.
A gleaming night, from shadow to light.
Serene enchantment casting a divine delight.
Desires reveal, conceal in twilight
In the moonlight hide reflections of red,
Dreams reside in dead hour’s shed,
A journey of romance, worship and whisper,
A night cherishing, the dancing zephyr
This unpaved path, this glee nocturnal,
This sensual silence, this feeling eternal,
Converging in my soul, the sentiments celestial,
Wrath of shadows, or bliss at its pinnacle?
Effulgence I see in my maddened solitude,
Darkness seduces, the moon eludes,
Dilemma or masterpiece of vague imagination,
Horrendous collision of instinct, meditation.
The silver stars, a fable they cite.
I navigate, from shadow to light
Dark spell, casting a divine delight.
The last dream dreamt, in this silver night
