Midnight of Dreams

When the lamp lights speak to the sparkling still water,

the moon shines with magnificence

while the night shrouds the blossoming of a new found fondness

for the stillness and silence of the lake.

And when the wind blows gently, kissing our cheeks,

the drops of drizzling dreams felt warm under a cold night sky.

But the faint and dancing lights afar nourish the hope

that the blossoms won't fleetingly lose their radiance

on a summer midnight of dreams.