Under a host of stars
Your hands straying over flowers swooning in the starshine,
Your hair in the moonlight fragrant with roses.
Your doors, windows, powerless are they to contain the starlight
DISTANT OR NEAR by Luis Dato
Under a host of stars
Your hands straying over flowers swooning in the starshine,
Your hair in the moonlight fragrant with roses.
Your doors, windows, powerless are they to contain the starlight
