As the night lays awake inside of me
You murmur a love song to the sleepless.
As the cold presses on my naked skin,
You kiss my cheeks with a sweet temperance
And lead me to your glorious haven.
Under the shelter of these giant leaves,
Are our eyes but those of two sparrows,
Who watch the world from hole in the sky
Into which birds disappear at nightfall.
The pearls of rains run along the blades,
Racing each other to their beds of grass,
As naïve as in the winds of childhood love.
They wear the blue of the midnight streetlights
With the frivolous ease of princesses
Unburdened by the rule of gales
Or the heavy grey garments of daylight.
They dance and play under the watchful eye
Of the mother of all things of the night.
The moon sits alone in her splendor,
For her sky is not freckled with stars
But her earth is decorated  with tears.
She looks for no company tonight
But that of her lover children.
She smiles upon us, as she always does,
As the black of your hair enlaces
My chest and echoes my heartbeat
With the gentle thumping of the rains.