To that hidden mystery
Which is written in the pages of history.
I find my thoughts illumined by your beauty
In soft shimmers of dancing silhouettes,
and patterns allowing far away breaths to sigh...

Do you think, do you feel, do you dream of me?
from balconies high above hibiscus footpaths,
candle lit in passing moments which flicker, enchant,
Drinking from a porcelain cup caressed by your hand,
a touch my body pleads, soft fingers on smooth surroundings,
ripples following moonlight sonatas, 
days of spring blooms and whimsical showers,
flooding affections to wash over me, 
carry me to you.

Does your heart share this moon tonight, with me?