Sir Moon

Sir moon in the sky

Do your tide-moving capacities determine my lunacy?

For you are the natural light

In a black room with hiding souls

Or is it the madame sun behind you?

The secret to your seeming radiance

She hides her soul while melting humbly into flaming orange

And sets sleepily into a part of you

Master of midnight

Guide me to

Sleep without dreams

Nourish me with timeless rest

Under cloths of my own warmth

Without subconscious stories distracting

Noble of noon

Let me

Dream without sleep

Inspire me to write my own wishes

While gazing at the blur of your shadows under the sycamore tree

Without forgetting the climax

Sir and madame

Sun and moon

Sleep and memories

For if sun with moon

And moon with sun

Are one

Let me dream with sleep

Sleep with dreams