To give birth to the sun, to set the moon with you
In the cinema of shifting clouds
Being both a spectator and an actor,
Sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing in the vastness.
Sometimes being white, sometimes gray, sometimes black,
To be born in delicate interlocking ice crystals.
Searching for you in the blues kissing the sky,
Touching you on rainy evenings.
To perish, perish and be reborn into you.
