“There is a Crescent Moon,
and a gentle spring breeze tonight
stars seem to sparkle lower in the sky,
the calmness of the night,
I listen with my heart
and
my dream comes alive,
The scent of Saffron fills the fields of Crocus
and I feel the exotic aroma enticing me
Now up and across the heavens
the cosmic wind travels like lightning
carrying the fragrance of exotic flowers,
and rushes to where you are sleeping,
through the open window,
past your bed,
brushing by your soft skin and kissing you as it passes
The breeze settles down
But it’s the warmth I feel
And your scent I smell in the soft night breeze”