Moon light cast the shadow on the air the sweet ginger spice

Lights rows in soft lampshades to the home

I shall feel the butterflies, I have brought back some magic from Astral world then turning in the universe

The what is this , hangs in the branch, but soft wing the butterflies home
I hope it is closer to finding my true love





Moon light casts, in the fiddlers skies
Banting a slow burning sunset, hearing her cry
Celestial lines, I feel spirits
Soft lightening breezes
Vesper the night cocoon
Changing altered states
Soft venue appears, in eyes dark
I feel-each being close by
Dark sensual eyes, lay wounded
I shall feel his novice, alone in nebulous
Each couplet allows, in droplets of air
Muted in gingers broth
I feel each decaying root stem, to my breathe
Traveling to find all amulets
Fiddlers breathe muddled
I can feel the limbs darkened fruit ripe
Roses stem, blacked with time
I need to find, the celestial butterflies