In frank rebellion,
I came to worship the moon
and became sunburned.


Without lilting waves
For every harsh pause of breath,
I am lost in night.

Night's Veil

I've nowhere to be,
so there's no reason for me
to see through Night's veil.


Amongst roving stars
A crestfallen notion sinks
and becomes the Muse.

I Am Awake

Envious Luna;
can't you feel the worship
of those who don't sleep?