Within the plaza fountain,
Of Reverie,
She dances like her Midnight candles,
With the desire for her Passion,
To be Sweetly lit,
Her Evening dress,
Yellow as a Sunflower,
And Sweet bliss,
Her glow Ethereal,
As a Luminous rose Moon,
The Evening wind,
Serenades her Love,
Unloosening the Golden river,
Of her hair,
And she lifts and sways her hem,
Like an Iris garden,
By the lakeshore,
Her Naked heels and Sul
