Under the fierce glow so mellow and fine
The moon in the sky does not wither in time
It fades through the winter but shimmers and shines
When singers unite and shed singles to skies
The stars spin abliss and form rivers of rays
As the mountain jumps up, and in shivers the base
It slithers like leather like laces on your waist
As the voices reach heavens, a coil of apprail
It boils and it stays, the soundwaves of better days
And the moon makes a movement so clever and crazed
It captures the melody, encapsuled incase
The shimmers do stray and the moon walks away. |