Bedecked, in a virgin’s veil
of shimmering blue...
Is the azure sky,
a bride of the opulent Moon?

The nocturnal elements,
as usual, are secretive,
giving away no signs
of love patterns’ singing tunes!

The gentle breeze is slow in pulse.
Now, both; The Moon and I race...
when we see my dreams stir up
to dance with thoughts of you!

Bedecked, in a virgin veil
Of shimmering blue…
The azure sky – 
Simply gazes at the Moon and I.