On the sand
I doth carve love
In round glyphs,
simple verses chanted at dusk

Naked
I got no stars in my pockets
Standing
staring at the face of the nascent evening
In our shore, illuminated by the bonfires

I chant for us, beaten,
yet stronger than the pulsing youth we had
which one day will end
Yet it’d us created,
us, now by this ardent fire
On this shore
under the the nascent moon
and the dancing flames.

Tell me You want me happy.
Whisper me that and under my skin
a sweet wild river for you will dance
my woman spirit
and Your mouth will drink it
quenching our thirst.

Tell me of my place, as me say Yours
you are my within burning torch
Tonight, in the shade the burning sphere
under this nascent moon
Of a springtime night

Feel the happiness you own,
if You just spread Your winged arms
to collect my heart, my glyphs
Your sadness will be past, such as mine

Turned into a nova of falling stars.
lighting the shore,
where once there was a little fire