Rising with the Moon

Rising with the moon,
over all the nonsense
of day, the sky shines
like diamonds. Its stars

and flying machines
are distant like the love
I am over with. I get
lost in the dark sky.

I prefer night when
water fills my eyes.
The scent of flowers,
of grass, in the garden,

it reminds me of you.
The war for love is
over. My sweet flower
I drink in your honor.

The moon towers over
me and the stars die.
I am with you even
though I am not with you.
There is sand in my eye.
Seas have spurted out.