n the faraway land, beyond the rainbow of stars,  a beautiful angel sat by her rosy window, dreaming the dream of thousands love.
It was twilight and none slept. Falling from the sky were the delicate snowflakes that seemed to dance upon the glistening lake.  Her ice kingdom was glowing, sparkling, mirroring the heavenly sky.  The golden moon rested on a frosty branch and diamond dews were like lover’s frozen tears, reflecting the blue starlight.  Heaven rained down with perfumed violets.  Earth blossomed with midnight roses. 
A garland of wild flowers embraced the angel's long, silky hair.  Her soft, gossamer laces fluttered in the night wind like the wings of a seraph.  Was she the beautiful Eurydice waiting for her Orpheus?  Was she the innocent Thisbe yearning for the returning of her Pyramus?  No! She was not even a lover for her heart has been mislaid long ago by the shore of a misty lake.  She could only dream of , of a knight who would bring back her lost heart.  As days came and nights went,  she sat by the castle's window and awaited for the night wind. When it arrived, she whispered an enchanted lullaby and sent it off on a white dove so that it would light the dark sky, lighting the way for the gallant knight to her chamber.  Upon his arrival, she would caress his lips with a passionate kiss, a gentle kiss, a devilish kiss, an angelic kiss, and there, the kisses would nestle next to his heart forever in an eternal bliss.
Gently, she whispered "wander no more, seek no more, for is riding on the night wind ..."