Behind the mango garden hides a house from the carnal world A sandalwood cradle swinging currently in the backyard an angel in his embrace sleep lurking in his eyes eyes-searching for the city of stars for the princess who comes after dark laden with jewels- a shining star. Lovingly she descends and places sleep in his eyes. The cradle swings joyously creation celebrates: A smile on his face, the child sleeps lost in her embrace. time flies by, creation waits The trees are no longer there the cradle lies in a corner wondering where his angel is. The princess watches quietly pearls in her eyes longing for a touch which is no longer there. She has descended in love thrown her throne She longs for her angel – the boy who has grown.