Weeping stag tree, to prance no more
Clouds dangling from tire swings
Bohemian beach-side caravans in a distant Gypsy daydream.
Every nook and cranny a picturesque panorama
Wishfully dotted skies and hopeful eyes cast heavenwards.
The beauty of the celestial cosmos tattooed across their awe-filled orbs
A luminous crystal ball gazes down below,
Cloaked in the mysterious disguise of night.
La Luna, be my Lady Luck tonight
Cradle me in your milky light,
Your wisdom I seek, ’tis nought but right
For my soul lays fragile without your might.