i have a face cut from ice
a heart pierced in a thousand places
so to remember
always the same voice
the same gestures
and my laughter
heavy
as a wall
between you and me

the ones who are most alive
seem the most still

behind the milky way
a shadow dances

our gaze climbs toward the stars

I talk to the moon about
the lovely things you say
Yes, I talk to her
almost everyday

Her light shines through my eyes
Into my heart and reveal
An ocean of love and dreams
Of fears and tears from my cries

Alone, I talk to the moon as if I’m talking to you
I tell the stars to guide me
I ask the clouds to fly me up
And let my love soar and be carried
By a gentle breeze

Because the moon and I,
We get along
We whisper about your loveliness
And sing a merry song

And the moon and I,
Are just like you and I,
I admire you
But you will never know that I do.

perhaps we start to realize
that we cannot keep floating.
our feet were always stuck
to the earth, where we belong

but we do not notice
until gravity defeats us,
when even our shoulders and backs
are pulled to the ground.