Cerulean Colors
As shadows, as willows, as the moon sings light upon the skies,
Every cloud has a silky, silver blanket
The forests, the meadows
The tingling grass, my hands stroking through
Singing moonlight gallops like shoreline waves
Every sight, every glance like no other,
Take a breath, my friend,
For the blue of midnight has arrived
Maple leaves, Maple trees,
Maple colors fade and succumb to cerulean shades
Stars Raining like snow, amongst moonlight
Lay serene, dream gracefully
The rivers, The mountains, crisply painted into your eyes
Every sound altogether, a nightly orchestra
Listen to the whispers of the wind, fellow one,
That the call of wishes glisten above
Every cloud has a silky, silver blanket
The forests, the meadows
The tingling grass, my hands stroking through
Singing moonlight gallops like shoreline waves
Every sight, every glance like no other,
Take a breath, my friend,
For the blue of midnight has arrived
Maple leaves, Maple trees,
Maple colors fade and succumb to cerulean shades
Stars Raining like snow, amongst moonlight
Lay serene, dream gracefully
The rivers, The mountains, crisply painted into your eyes
Every sound altogether, a nightly orchestra
Listen to the whispers of the wind, fellow one,
That the call of wishes glisten above