I am yours
even when I'm awake,
a pale ring in the sky,
the moon,
is our law,
our vows,
a song I'll always remember,
pagan or white,
incessantly uttering my breath,
your cadenced perfume,
the soliloquy of the sun.
I'll always be yours
even at war
a seed and a sound
a story of the city lights
a note in a morning concerto.