Wings of clouds, sail souls to see, seas of stars,

Like happy children, 

aura lifts lofty hearts from scars,

One with moon children.

 

Fine arts of the night, leave to cities above, 

where magic is born, miracle also rocks love, 

Seams of rhythms stitch beautiful waves, 

They draw eyes from graves to airwaves.

 

Each young drop, lays, 

to see worlds of fluidity,

Each touch sails swiftly 

to textures, of seas of stars, glazing sideways.

 

Couples make vows, to love, 

They find, life for, 

their lofty hearts, 

in score, at the store’s door.

 

Souls lift to heaven above,

with magic, and miracle of love 

to be reborn, and rocked in love with wise prize, 

Salt trickling seas, are washed out of their eyes. 

 

Each young drop, crests themes and beams, 

to birth cheerful climates in care of their rare pair, 

beaux arts mate, with air, 

They give Seas their dreams.