Beneath the moony ether field,
a path uncut by time and seal,
beguiling steps we wander, clutching stars,
hands ablaze with lunatic's scar.
Do you remember? The chime of dawn,
infinite canvassed with shadows yawning,
oh, painted skies, the lover's prison art –
we reached but never touched, starry heart!
Glisten, orb of silver dread,
weave your warmth e'er onward tread,
beneath the starry brim we'll lay,
forever wrapped in the night's ballet.