Seven wonders in a room
at the core a glowing moon,
hanging gardens in a trance
one eternal woken dance,

Musing temples in her eyes
lighting candles in the skies,
smiling down a magic well
lovers in a wonder spell,

In her eyes a beaming boy
gazing at her dreaming soul,
sipping from her cosmic lips
melting in their mystic trips,

Soaring with the mountain's voice
high above the Spartan noise,
where the silver children play
cast a wish they’re on their way.