Fancies and the Hues of Our Sky

...can we dream together?

When the ebony sky is calm and serene and still

Let's start our waltz into the quietude of the night

Let's steal an escapade to savour its freezing breeze

As the only star on the sky descends perfectly.

When the cerulean sky is calm and serene and still

Let's dance with the rhythm of the swaying bamboo trees

Let's wait for the warmest wind to caress our dampen cheeks

As the flock of fluffs crawls beautifully into gleam.

When the tangerine sky is calm and serene and still

Let's lie down together upon the green of the hill

Let's set our eyes to the vivid freshness of the scene

As the hectare sheet of copper little by little appears.

And when copper sky becomes an ebony again,

Let's stay for awhile as the night turns starrily gay.

Let's be still under the vast sky with its coldest breeze

As serenity of the night starts our reverie.

But when ebony becomes an azurine that cries,

Can we still be here to savour the chill of each tears?

Can we watch every motion how they fall down in grace

As we both tilt the world into our own fantasies?

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