The night speaks in a chorus of stars, silences traveling light years
Of love and longing in distances, of a dark piercing amorousness
In the overarching shadows of dark; seeking an inquest for those extinguished flames
Living in my dreams, for the night may not end soon;
Bonding of dreams and this night, awestruck in eternal embrace
The cactus bore flowers, the flower a thorn;
Drought bore a harvest when rains failed to moist.