Priceless Tonight

The sky that held the divine moon tonight,

Winds its way down to your balcony

Where you stood behind the railings

Caught up in your irreversible chasm

of a new born communion

chanting its prose in rhythms

of spiritual love, of perpetual despair, and of immodest desire;

In your eyes the sky held the promise of seasons;

And here I was passing by your city

with the moon following me again; 


If you saw me through his eyes

I was made priceless as ivory remains...