Love
I am looking at the moon
that is hundreds of miles
all the way to its surface
And its friend shines on it
making it day (on one side).
Through its surface it shines to you,
and brings you mine eyes,
like gazers on a pillow
My words hope they can go to you
Through the light that shines on the moon
and through your eyes that look at the moon.
My love
the moon is shinning heat
which makes my skin warm
and tells you of my subtle
love, once more.
Of love that lives and waunders… once more.
