Eloquent Dreams

A moon. Shining. Now a moment to celebrate. I see the bright colors of the festival. I see the lights. Glowing. Eyes. Tears. We are cherishing the memory of a remote past. I see a smile. I see pain. I see sorrow. I see rain. Sound. Music. We are getting ready for a long journey for a lyric, touching. I traveled in the rain of melancholy. I touched the words of a mirage. Colors. Beauty. I see henna all over your decorated palm. I see the design. I see beauty. I see eloquent dreams in laughter.