Gold-Dust Nights and Diamond-Dust Dreams* Beneath the velvet shroud of night, A whisper hums, both cold and bright, Where stars like coins in darkness gleam, And shadows weave their quiet scheme. The air is thick with Read more
Gold-Dust Nights and Diamond-Dust Dreams*
Beneath the velvet shroud of night, A whisper hums, both cold and bright, Where stars like coins in darkness gleam, And shadows weave their quiet scheme.
The air is thick with gilded haze, A phantom light, a ghostly blaze, Each breath a shiver, laced with lore, Of treasures lost on some distant shore.
Gold-dust nights, where time stands still, A frozen hymn, a silent thrill, The moon a sentinel, pale and high, Watching the gold as it falls from the sky*