Why my lover cannot be a silent moon,
With its gentle winds and mild light?
Perhaps because my lover dreams of same desires
To love, to love that irresistible longing
For something we never had
Why my dreams cannot be bright stars,
With their loud ambition and lovely sound?
Perhaps because I still dream of ground,
Even when I look up at the sky
Not even eternal sleep under a glory of stars
Could make me love any less
And in the end, when night sets again
I know I do not carry a curse of love
I love and that is my moon, my stars and my night.