1. The full moon traced its verse on the foliage as it set
The darkness of a coy beloved spread on the cheek of the horizon like a blush

2. The meadow offered from its pillows green chrysolite
Then climbed on nimble toes made of essence and paper

3. It swayed revealing a trill I thought
A cure for the madness of passionate love and paper

4. As if when the lips departed intoxicated
It sang, and its song nearly made the paper dance