I have planned and dreamt of this trophy of gold, <br />The halo of silver, around in which it molds. <br />I have cradles this idea and nursed it to true plan, <br />I have fed it seeds of confidence, O this is so grand! <br /> <br />How lofty atop your kingdom's throne you rest, <br />Pray, dim these stars, for (alone) your grace shines best. <br />No cloud can cloak your clean face of white, <br />For however masked, somehow, somewhere, you glow so bright! <br /> <br />You have marked your loyal entrance through water and sky, <br />I cannot quite reach you, but by me you lie. <br />A bed of water, I have crafted for you, <br />So near me you lay when I dream of us two.<br /><br />Masiela Lusha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drinking-the-moon/
