Quiet Dawn

Your frame is a slender tree and hads two sprawling leaves

your mouth a quiet dawn

your hair waterfall your eyes stars

astral light slow

whispers of infinity that draw me

closer to your body night by night

and my love is a satellite

Spinning.

Spinning.

Your questions are impossible

galaxies and moonlight flow

angry tides and fallow lands

and our universe expands

your footprints are maps to me

under sunlight speckled woods

you feed me in the failing

light a simple meal of gravity

and my love is a satellite Spinning...

Spinning...

You reached into space for me

held my orbit evenly certain of infinity,

but moons and comets die eventually and when we go,

go in peace when our spirits

go free and world's only grey quiet dawn in galaxy and my love is a satellite Spinning... Spinning... Spinning...