" Lovely,
when the moon rages,
and the ocean has her turn to be still —
would you meet me in that tranquil night,
and speak with me until we are overcome by the great coincidence
Allowed to just exist...
Hold my hand even when you shouldn't —
Your rose pedal fingers delicate
as all of time itself —
Balancing tempo like your sweet song inside of a sea-shell
deep in your eyes, there are galaxies —
but also nothingness...
and the mystery of the space between your thoughts
keeps me in orbit around you, peering into the vastness
I'll be here when the moon is tired. "