Clouds in the sky, but none to appease.
It did smell of rain, from lands afar,
But the earth just calm, counted every star.
Soaring and peeping, young was the moon,
Even them the friendly stars, didn't swoon.
Hidden underneath the dark overheads,
Patiently the wind, simple carressed the meads.
Softly loitering there, came upon a moat,
A prince on his steed, in his golden cloak.
Anguished his heart, but a smile he wore,
He'd seen a dream so beautiful, that only he swore!!
A maid so beautiful, even made the flowers cry,
Desire, lust, and tranquil, all he felt but left to dry!
The dream, the wait, and the beating heart,
Not a word was said, but all felt it heard!
