Steala sleeping in lap of Moon

How wondrous was my brief life's early stage? Like smiles of buds in the backyard of petals. How majestic was that eye pair of my mother's? Like twin stars, shimmering ever in slow rhythm. How delightful was that lullaby night like Stella Sleeping in the lap of the moon at the twilight dawn Since the spring time in the shuffle, the brain Roves unaware into some oblivious vale, and Sorrow swallows the soul, but seldom the long Makes a plea to the soul, waste not in the dawn And at dusk, "my heartbroken friend, walk and walk Further with steadfastness for your pilgrims. Journey, so you may hail to another vale of ecstasy Although it's far off but a more better" ----Affaq