You promise me sun, moon, stars,
And all I want is to live beneath them.
You laugh and point to worthy men
And call me silly,
When all I want is to make
What is in me speak and live.
You cannot hold the sand,
Nor make the sunlight stick around,
And if you could dance with the stars,
You can't get one to come home with you.
You won't be bending rainbows
So they will admire you.
And when the leaves so silently
Begin to descend to the ground
You too will lie down, and not get up,
And you'll not long be noticed then.
But somewhere in the falling snow,
If you have gendered life while here,
Something greater, grander than yourself
Will be ready to burst forth eternal.