Under Sun & Moon

There will be

a day breath

escapes lungs

in my death.


Weary worn I

see you’ll too

depart under a

sun or moon.


Take memory,

I’ll cherish all,

I’ve felt here as

an end it calls.


A fire it a pain

I’ve felt it clear.

Oceans of love

I try keep near.


Gentle laughs,

they reach me,

calm a storm

under I sleep.


I remember it

over and over

laughs soft as

if some clover.


It’s not been a

fairy tell life I

feel a day cut;

it as if a knife.


The sun some

do feel its fire.

For me a heat I

tired perspire.


Fields I touch

lit by a moon

controls tides

love in moves.