The subtle radiance of a star-dewed flower
Emanates soft swishes in the night
And as you smile your lilac petal smile
The chrysanthemums bloom wild
The chrysanthemums bloom wild
Yes, they bloom. Even in gloom. Even in doom
You, star-shining within my substance
You who shall not wither
Why do smile so, my fleur?
Why, is that silence your speech?
Purple dew melts into the bowl of Aphrodite
Tender stirring, the dryad druid of love
Silence envelops the mystic green fumes that rise
Awakens again the me.
