The first rays of the sun,
pierce through the mist.
With the curse of the moonlight undone,
it reveals the tryst,
of the petal and the dew.
As the curtains of mist unveil,
the world awakens from the moon\'s eclipse,
while the dew disappears without a trail,
too afraid someone might catch a glimpse.
As it turns into thin air,
It reluctantly rises from the petal\'s clasp,
and waits patiently for the cold moon\'s glare,
to someday again sit on his lover\'s caring lap.