Is it only love that binds?
Or tissue and marrow and blood?
Even as cimson stains your pillow
It is only tears that mark mine.
Alone in the half moon, the full moon,
only in the new moon I have hope,
I want to see you whole again
unshadowed by words that do not find a place,
In the graveyard peace finds you,
I cannot touch the solace of the dead
They may catch your breath,
As i to your position
See in the sky of our hearts brother,
You alone are the moon,
even as the scorpian stings
the ram sits upon his mountain throne
You lead the way
The bull fights threw us,
stung and confused
You the light,
do not feel unloved,
it is just that you are so high,
the rest of us do not reach!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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