Description

I lit her with moon light to match her soul and we spoke on how each line of Verlaine resonated between us. Cool shadows fill quiet places and the lightly lit curves where meadows meet mountains dance in the distance. Your soul is a delicate landscape Where roam charming masks and bergamasques Playing the lute and dancing and seeming almost Sad under their whimsical disguises. While singing in a minor key Of victorious love and easy life They don't seem to believe in their happiness And their song mingles with the moonlight, With the sad and beautiful moonlight, Which makes the birds in the trees dream And sob with ecstasy the water streams, The great slim water streams among the marbles.