The wind no longer howls to me, it sighs,

as though it sees the summer in your eyes,

perhaps it knows the secrets of your smile,

or were they whispered to me all the while?

I gaze into the moon's imagined face,

and fall into an evening's warm embrace,

to count the stars no longer such a chore,

as tantric keys unfetter Heaven's door.

All thoughts of sober sunlight fall away,

I drift in peace, rename the nebulae,

the firmament now yours to have and hold,

bequeathed to you in stories yet untold.

Look to the sky, sweet love, and hear the breeze,

it carries angels' answers to your pleas,

a lunar light shines down - enfold its beams,

be crowned the perfect Princess of my Dreams.

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