Crystal Moon

In the silence of the secret garden,
a crystal moon rises softly,
among flowers that brush the enchanted wind,
light dance, a dream ascending.
The petals dissipate, like a sigh,
beneath the shining steps of its dance,
silver reflections paint the sky,
an eternal magic, pure and silent.
Within the folds of the dream the mystery unfolds,
a cold light that reveals the hidden heart,
desires bloom among reflections of ice,
crystal sand, eternal and ephemeral.
And when the morning wakes the weary world,
remains the trace of that enchanted dance,
a crystal moon, a dream that stays behind,
in the quiet heart of a distant night.