Beauty Before Moonlight

There goes the beauty of sunset,
moving like graceful minuet,
like velvet evening to die for,
like blessings sent in every door.

A silver stream among the hills,
in pleasing sounds of witty skills,
in dulcet song that seems apart,
flows like a fountain from the heart.

Gold hues streak from the setting sun,
the night is here, the day is gone.
The sky is high the moon is full,
its presence look so beautiful!

Dear wonders of the vault cease,
to see the messenger of Peace!
On lonely paths of the twilight,
sweet is the face of the moonlight!

Neli Fatu de Valahia
Toronto - Spring of 2010