I saw a stranger dancing in the mist at night,
bare feet flying over starlit meadow,
naked skin glowing in silverly light,
Alongside her danced her shadow.
Lips like red roses and mezmerising eyes…
Seductive and mysterious like the mist,
Eyes glowing with the starlight of evening skies,
Does someone like her turly exist?
Alas, the mist thickens like it does in a dream,
No longer can I see her dancing, the hour grows late,
Dreams flow like water in a stream,
Eyes shot open and I lie awake.