The stars are here again,
The wind wafts
blowing their light trails;
smoking the galaxy golden,
Look, that one made a shot
Down the sea below.
The moon was here
Yesterday but not today
Its glow competes the sun
yet its warmth is no replica;
to the scorching of her rival
So in the gay warmth we’ll aboard,
And savor this love so tender.
I yearn to sit on the full moon
and wade my feet in the stars,
Thus I’d make a wish,
that the full moon and the stars,
for eternity appear in one glorious beauty;
for lips tell secrets better
when the after hours too have a romantic touch.
Hush, it was a whisper;
We can shout it tomorrow;
When the dance is on;
Then the wind can whirl it;
the gods to make it a proclamation,
and nature will obey her mortals;
My wish to be set in grandeur.
Tomorrow she’ll also be here,
In this same spot busking in the moonlight,
This Beauty will be the present
To a love so uniquely beautiful,
To deserve a worship from nature.
I want her to smile, and crown
the twilight with chants of pleasant moans.
It’s a good time to make a wish
For the stars are already shooting,
I pray they bloom new plumes
To shoot again tomorrow,
To honor our love one more time.
It’s a wonder how such wanders,
Always come true at the right night time.