So far away, I can barely make out the contours of your face. So high I cannot reach. Though I may stretch and jump, and even fly, still you are so far. Though at this length your light is cold, still it fills my heart, and the sorrow of it is sweet on my lips. Sweet like the rain to the eager child, mouth as open as eyes are shut, yellow hat, galoshes. I here, like that child, eagerness speaks out of eyes, as open as mouth is shut, black cloak of night. Walk with me, through empty street, though orbs of thoughtless static may seek to drown your light. City lights, like silence, flood the mind, washing over; all is pale black and white. Now walk with me at the ocean side, with light reflected in breaking waves. Winds from the water bring clouds rolling over head, hiding your face, now back again. At your command the tides ascend, push me from the salty grit of sand, and into trackless ways, where trees divide me from your light. To mountaintop, then, with me ascend, past the dirty lens of city sky. To the threshold of green, then moving on, past the reach of life, to a world of whipping wind, with the occasional blast of swirling snow. Here, where Earth meets with the sky, my arms are open; heart lifted up to your eyes. Then come down softly from your great height, and closer still, I look into your face. Then hands entwine, then arms take close, your eyes, my heart is swallowed up. Face to face, bright light of it no longer cold and distant but burning hot. Then two no more, breathe into my soul, fill my lungs your life. I reach in, to the very depth; feel you fast against me. Then drink from me my very life, with eyes wide and head thrown back. Now in my arms stay, quiet here and still, I look up to the stars now fading. The knife of the sun coming fast, and you fading, my love, you leave me so soon! Luna, stay! You go too soon, can I live so empty? I know too well the answer. Now fade you fast to I know not where. Though in the empty warmth of the sun, that heat is nothing next to the feeling of your arms. My soul for you is pining in the broadest light of day; nothing now can please me unless beheld bathed in your sweet light. Even the night, though we walk together near and far, can bring us not again together as on the mountaintop that night. At this length your light is cold. Still, it fills my heart, and the sorrow of it is sweet on my lips.