Let stars Be that which your eyes melt towards, Upon the newly-forged night When marriage falls into eternity, When sleep can be forever awakened To the light of every sunrise. I want the moon to never gleam Its pale image, over our heads. There is only the joy to see Where we walk, Where we speak To ears that hold notes near Brought from some wilderness instrument. I kiss to hold Your face in my mouth, Your eyes where they can see, I will devour All the tears that you bleed. When is the next day for you to cry? When will you find the next second to mourn For the faces that pray for silence, Over praying for words? I will want to cry with you, Along the ebony fields Blessed by the arrangement of your ordered hair, Mocking the night by its radiance, In its bleakness.