Moonflower, a muse whose reflection I devoured,
a kindness that which I scoured.
Eyes of blue and brown,
earth and sea,
I stood in between and found.

Selfishly.

I yearned to be a creature like you,
an inspiration;
yet,
I was the creator.

Once, I was beautiful,
only,
you were more than wonderful.

Selflessly.

Tell me at once,
did I squander your love?
Compel me if not true,
I was the one you loved.

Your place was in the stars,
yet, you left a scar —
scars.

—

Moonflower, a time chimes with the hour,
a night forever soured.
Hair of gold and pitch,
night and day,
the sky a ballet,
you bewitch.

Endlessly.

Do not come back to me,
I am free;
only,
not of your memory.

Now,
you have changed entirely,
I am only rearranged.

Incontinuously.

Listen now,
have I touched your heart?
You know this is true,
I am no weak heart.

My place is out far beyond
where you are —
who you are.