MOONLIGHT , ON HUDSON BAY
sipping the last drop of dew,
gazing at the stars so beautiful;
why would they not be pretty?
are they not , just pieces of glass,
being mirrors to your beauty
under the MOONILGHT , ON HUDSON BAY
the sounds of the orphan violinists so distant,
yet their tunes so sweet;
why would they not be so soft?
was it not your heart melting voice they heard,
under the MOONLIGHT , ON HUDSON BAY
the artist's sketch i can barely see,
yet so colourful and vivid;
why wold it not be?
was it not your vibrancy that blinded him,
under the MOONLIGHT , ON HUDSON BAY
the ripples on the water,
so timid and shy;
why would they not be?
was it not your touch which set them into passion,
under the MOONLIGHT , ON HUDSON BAY
these words of mine,
futile but yet from the heart;
why would they not be?
was it not your dream which brought me to life,
under the MOONLIGHT , ON HUDSON BAY..........................