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You whistle your words to me
even as you run out of breath,
you gift me your open palm
when I am just about to fall,
even as you run out of things to give
you lay upon me a blissful love,
not just love, but words and memories
of which nothing has overcome.
so to you -- I offer everything.
I'd like to offer you bouquets
so you are not empty handed,
and when I have nothing to give
I will give you my hand,
so that if you feel empty
I may be there to rid it.
I look at the moon every night,
and every night I wonder what it is like,
is it fond of the purple hues in flowers,
perhaps it prefers the pitter patter of the rain
to the droning chirping of crickets,
does it notice the stars twinkling beside it,
do you think the moon loves looking at us
as much as we love looking at it,
maybe when it hears the birds singing,
it wishes it could stay where it is
just as much as I wish I could go with it.