The Moon is a tender rabbit
She pursues me in my dreams.
Punctuating our sacred silences
Her soft footfalls in between.
Her shyness is a newborn star
And makes her to look down
When her ray of Sun
Weaves melodies
Out of interstellar sounds.
"Too soon." She whispers, "Too soon."
But now it won't be long.
The King of Sky
With fierey eyes
Has found Queen for his Crown.
She pursues me in my dreams.
Punctuating our sacred silences
Her soft footfalls in between.
Her shyness is a newborn star
And makes her to look down
When her ray of Sun
Weaves melodies
Out of interstellar sounds.
"Too soon." She whispers, "Too soon."
But now it won't be long.
The King of Sky
With fierey eyes
Has found Queen for his Crown.
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