I wish I could be sated by the wine of his beauty
Or be burned in the flames of his love.
I wish I could be a teardrop blooming on the flower of his face,
Or a curl in his perfumed hair.
I wish I could be dust on his path
Or under the sun of his gaze.
I wish I could be a secret striding before him,
Or become rare words on his still lips.
I wish I could go with my friend,
Like a shadow in each breath,
Or remain till dawn from the thrill of his presence.
I give my mind to the hope in my heart
I close the door on grief.
I become moonlight