In dreams, we are never disenchanted,
never stuck in a white sleep,
instead, exploring human curiosity,
always moving, we don’t fall into a fatal stillness, rather
like the earth, in and out of a green trance,
we are waiting for love’s first arrival.
With the ghost of a grin, we go where the moon goes
(and also we’re nowhere) and offer a caution against curiosity:
close your eyes (to climb love and fall into ourselves).
And the blue-dark of all of the death in life can’t color God’s sunlight;
though a man may stand still for a thousand years,
he lies down so quickly.
And beauty is the measure of the fall
of my heart when it cannot stand still,
and the world shuts down because
your voice isn’t there to move it, and no one
believes in love anymore.
But I would be the greatest magician the world had ever seen,
(the most amazing miracle of all would be) if I
could get you to fall into me, (like a star)
and I would never be sorry when the silence became a song.
So, believing me, the earth moves to keep us together,
the rose carries her heart-petals and
sun-full lovers wonder (with a smile)
why the stars aren’t like you [(and I) fall].