I, The Breeze

TIS I WHO STALKS PAST YOUR MOONLIT CURTIANS,AND COMES TO YOUR SIDE UPON A FLOOR OF FLOWER SCENTS. YES, TIS I, THIS CHILD OF THE MOON FAR ABOVE WHO, WITH BUT MY TOUCH WILL BRING YOU SOFT DREAMS THIS NIGHT. I AM HE, THE BABE OF THE MOON WHO DARES KISS YOUR SWEET BROW AS YOU MOAN SOFTLY TO THE CREATION OF DREAMS. SO, WHO AM I TO COME ONTO YOU? I AM HE WHOSE NAME YOU WILL NEVER KNOW.. TIS ME, A LOST CHILD OF THIS NIGHT WHO AWAKENS YOU IN YOUR DREAMS OF FLOWERY FIELDS AND BROOKS THAT SING ON THEIR WAY TO THE SEAS. TIS I, THE MAGIC OF LOVE WHICH CAN NEVER BE HELD,BUT IN A DREAM. AH,I AM THE BREEZE WHO CHANCED UPON YOU TONIGHT.I, THE NOCTURNAL SONG YOUR EARS CANNOT HEAR WHO NOW SINGS THE SONG TO THE MELODY OF STARS.IAM MAGIC IN YOUR HEART FOR I GIVE YOU PEACH BLOSSOM KISSES. WHAT IS LIFE WITHOUT DREAMS WHEN,WITH YOUR DREAMS,I CANNOT KNOW OF LIFE. WHY DO I , THE GENTLE BREEZE ROAM THE LAND IF THERE ARE NO DREAMERS TO DREAM THE MAGIC AND SING SO SOFTLY INTO THEIR EARS?