you see me bathed with stars,
drinking moonlight on your window ledge,
laughing, dreaming, crying for the cosmos.
never trust me when I tell you of love,
believe the earth; take comfort in the ground.

nothing gained; a life of small and broken circles,
tiny bumps formed on my own ground,
tiny bumps of drying nectar in silver, shining dimly;
shining dimly; life is not life when life is dying silver.