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.”
