A poem for the sapphire nutshell
Was it glow had to thank for the moon
Or was it sparkling itself in the lyre's tune?
Was it loved by the lyre artist?
Or just the air made his mind twist?
Would he reach what was hidden behind the monarch high smile?
Or would he enjoy the fragile light of her passed golden life?
Was it loved by the lyre artist?
Whether she left thee in sweet despair;
Blunt the bright touch of her magic slide,
Light of the night on the midnight air!
She feels the power to strike a blow;
Making the way to each a poem,
Steal in my lips a heavenly glow,
You are lost to the billows of Sea!