Your frame is a slender tree and hads two sprawling leaves
your mouth a quiet dawn
your hair waterfall your eyes stars
astral light slow
whispers of infinity that draw me
closer to your body night by night
and my love is a satellite
Spinning.
Spinning.

Your questions are impossible
galaxies and moonlight flow
angry tides and fallow lands
and our universe expands
your footprints are maps to me
under sunlight speckled woods
you feed me in the failing
light a simple meal of gravity

and my love is a satellite Spinning...
Spinning...
You reached into space for me
held my orbit evenly certain of infinity,
but moons and comets die eventually and when we go,
go in peace when our spirits
go free and world's only grey quiet dawn in galaxy and my love is a satellite Spinning... Spinning... Spinning...