Younglan and Tochi (Seguidilla)

The oracle chose his heir
Little in disguise
He dances to chart his course
Young dreams come alive.
Wise eyes light them up,
twinkle stars follow him home,
and pun falls in line.

She, horned of pure birth
To dance with lions
Gleaning, leaning with rapt attention
She now has a voice.
Neatly knit into smiles,
Stops that puts Comma in coma,
The sleepless to bed.

Vera