While she swings up above in skynight,
I illuminate my weary heart
with her radiance,
She stares at my soul,
Trying to reach for it,
Now, Who am i to forbid her,
I'm just a man with a bottle of rhum,
Basking in this little town,
Captivated by her beauty,
Waiting for her fullness.
At the last pint of my Rhum
She yawned,
"Sleep well"
Said I,
Tomorrow she'll be brighter,
Like never before.
