Steal the night and all its

Mysteries so that

When you seduce that one star

She cannot complain that hers were

The only lips lingering in awe.

Bow in front of sun and let it

Draw a sword and slice your smile

Onto pieces, then let your spilled

Blood become not a motto

But lessons embedded in your soul.

When all is settled down and

A surveyor shows up to ask who

You are, be humble and say,

”a simple match-maker

Between Moon and Sun, but

With little time on his hand

As universe is infinite and

His journey has just begun.”