Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lonely pine begins to sing Of ancient dreams on feathered wing. Two travelers pause amidst the snow, Their hearts aglow with questions deep, As boughs sway secrets long they keep Of lovers lost to time’s slow sweep. The wind carries a mournful tune— A knight’s vow ‘neath a crescent moon, A poet’s pen that fell too soon, All woven through the pine’s hushed croon. They listen till the stars grow pale, And find new ...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lonely pine begins to sing Of ancient dreams on feathered wing. Two travelers pause amidst the snow, Their hearts aglow with questions deep, As boughs sway secrets long they keep Of lovers lost to time’s slow sweep. The wind carries a mournful tune— A knight’s vow ‘neath a crescent moon, A poet’s pen that fell too soon, All woven through the pine’s hushed croon. They listen till the stars grow pale, And find new ...