That dark patterned line crossing straight the moon, centering the frozen sphere-gate of a misty autumn night-sky, is not a cloud to sink down on only and float subtly for a while < so I can feel the aura of your skin mixing with the mine > but it is also a five line staff and tells me an aurally perceived absolute secret so that , through my hearing , you will rise, glide, twirl and cross other lines, tune my gaze and engrave a mystic score beyond your shine, plant each of ‘you’s, note by note, in ones, halves, fourths, eighths , sixteenths and ‘pi’s in the heart of each <beyond the clouds away from my reach> twinkling star
so that anyone that could look up with a heart, <maybe on a clear night sky> would see a commencing song- singing the dance of an ever weaving light-story visible to those eyes with a knowing only that <the knowing about a wish is a wish that shall eternally be kept a secret> has the enlightening technology to recreate a reflecting galaxy with an authentic memory that expands infinitesimally <which we in our terms would say it expands by love but in truth would not really know how unless the terms are lost and we have got no time except to > - be now- be now be now with me now and now and only now be now and with me now and only now and now
Would you come and meet me then? there? but I don’t know where… just there? wherever all these sky lookers are and be one of them, again ? as we did once– on a terrace one summer night, we watched our own story under stars, among crowds while I asked for your light and you kissed me awake for eternity and so would you let me kiss you this time - one more time just for the last time and forget that eternity eternally this time?