The dragonflies do sing,
And their song won't fall asleep
And I have found in my collecting
That rest's no thing I keep.
To waltz beneath the moonlight
Through the cool of ancient mist,
Awareness is that for which you must fight,
With eyes and throat like iron fists.

Stay awake with me, I always yearn,
But I know that you must sleep
And day by day I continue to learn
Not all is mine to keep.

I can see the depth behind your eyes,
But you won't let me in.
My pleas reflect the ocean's sighs-
Rolling in again and again.
The tide won't wash away the stars
In our quiet desert nights
And kept in cracked and glowing jars
Are the steepest of our heights.

Broken hands stopped my knocking not long ago
But still, I wait outside for you
And I hope that one day you will know
You can find me always standing next to you.