That in this blue veil of night
Might almost touch your very first eyes of morning
And this midnight of oak and ashes would disentrance
Like a too far road of leaves and scents to your dreams
I ask you to glance at the breathless moon
And feel my lungs lingering because of this smell of yours
These drops of sweet insanity that come down your cheeks
Warming your skin downward the lantern light in your heart
And maybe I do not want to feel it for you...
I ask you to glance at the breathless moon
Once she is the only one listening
And the only one able to translate what is forward
This ground of pure land and clay cannot reach me
On the sculptures of your capturing though I shall try again
I ask you to glance at the breathless moon
But the birds have sung their last
And the bells on these trees would call all the forest
To tumble that sweet waterfall I bath when missing you
As if I sensed the ocean breathing and exhaling upon the coast
All over this dense growth of trees, plants and fruits
I wrap up my missing within running of rainstorms
Fear of thunderbolts of memory and trips to nowhere
Only to stand here breathing free with the cypresses
Reckoning equities by staring into the eyes of this breathless moon in me...
