Above the moon is a clasp of hope

She will not surrender the chance to see

But Heart has no oppressor

Vulnerability will not exist to her

Too often has the moon cried

For Heart to feel completeness, to feel air

Dance across the palms of gentle hands

Or to feel a beat envelope the surrounding song

But Heart will not shake

She will not succumb to common wails

To woes and histories, she will forever

Wait for the moon to understand her fate