The rising of the crescent moon begins the wishing hour,
The stars erupt, align, & appear with enchanting power,
For lovers & dreamers, those lost & those found,
The clouds will dissipate,
Revealing paths streaming with wishes
Hanging airborne for them to take,
The lovers find their souls,
The dreamers, their ambitions,
The lost ones have a home,
And the found ones have no inhibitions.