Musing out of the depths of the universe,
Thousands of shining gems adorned the sky
That let nightingales serenade with verse
Of Aeolian tongue with feathers to fly;
Up in the cradle of sweet memento
Like the spring of youthful rosebuds and dills,
Still innocent and sweet so as to grow
At the foot of majestic purple hills;
Tender as songs only at Paradise
Chanted for the dancing jewels gleaming,
On golden streams, at the wake of sunrise;
Thou’rt far beyond the beauty surpassing
For as I gaze the starlight in thy core,
Thy primeval grace sparkle evermore…

April Mae 2010 (c)