LONGING

My queen, in the tranquil zenith of lands, Feeling the breeze and tasting sweet joy. Her heart whispers to the skies, Her breaths wipe away her own tears; A star sways alone-- this is love. Moonlit lakes calm and clear, Water transparent like light orange crystals, Reflecting the sad clouds and comets that dance by... My queen longs to visit divine's heaven, She opens her window for her soul to fly away.