Tonight's Symphony

My rose wooden windows arches mystique,

reverberated to me a melody,

the hoot of a silver night owl,

complaining, and sometimes chanting a hymn,

the pink and silvery night blossoms delicate,

dance to the tunes, they seem more romantic,

this enchanting night's aura,

blushing lights of pink and purple,

disturbing, yet fuming the night's mist,

A night's fable, or a fairy tale reveals,

A charming Prince gallops from the Moon above,

At a pace that perplexes the air,

flashing a sword, like a warrior,

His gaze ardent, ...

No!! This isn't what I'd love to dream about!!

Tonight's symphony is solely for those Entwined roses,

in my garden, together with the night blossoms,

like enraptured angels,

they'd perform an orchestra,

This is my dream, this is my dream!