Things you could have been:

We could have built our houses in the shade of the sun’s eclipse
And taught our children to build their lives in the turn of the light
Because, silly geese, ultraviolet radiation pours out of its eye
And into yours all the same,
So it's still the day.

You could have waited more stilly, more patiently, more kindly
For the full moon’s pull of your blood’s tide and realized from the
Cracks and cliffs cut out of the shores of your defense that my face
Is the face you can’t remember
When you wake.  

But it’s dark outside and still not night, and the moon is full
But your blood is fine, so we keep building houses,
And I keep talking to
Other people’s children.