Out of the fields of night,
A flower; fragrant, fair and new
Emerges in the mystic light
To blossom blonde on blue.
Beneath her eyelids darkness dwells,
A restless darkness, deeply warm.
Whispering words of love it tells
Of passion’s all consuming storm.
The sun, above her now ascending,
Caresses the land where she was born,
With the breezes all attending,
He grants her the colour of the corn.
Eternal beauty be
O daughter of the morning dew
And each night drift upon a sea;
A dream of blonde on blue.
O heart of desire,
Each day the world will awaken to
One pure golden light and fire;
Your dream of blonde on blue.
All eyes are drawn unto your face;
The soul of truth and beauty bare.
Restless Time shall never chase
Away the glories dwelling there.
I am lost in contemplation
Of that serene place known to few;
Your temple of adoration
Build all of blonde on blue.
