An there she lay beneath the stars,
like a sculpture moulded of a drop of dew,
with the quiet breeze that explored her hair,
swept away were the fortuitous few

at the sight of beauty in true display,
gave way pride of nature at this simple sight,
calm yet bold with her smile her weapon,
a splendid view! Oh, what a night!

Slowly then she raised her hands,
two ribbons dancing in a flow,
and then her flowing golden strands,
in the moonlight glitter and glow.

With a blush that melted many a few,
and feelings in each heart....ignite,
bless me God, bless me still,
bless me with such splendid nights.