Is there to be no light
Even through bowered canopies?

I heard something tonight that stung
Like a pine needle because it was too
Close to what we are. It goes
Something along the branches of this:

When we are away
Thoughts are governed by reason
But when I am with you it is different
I am overcome with a wish
Just to look at you
To touch your hand.

You may as well have been the one
To say it, to say nothing at all
We can find ourselves ghosts
In any story, ever after all

To hold back, to be only moss and first greens
Does not mean to live in darkness
Even sunlight makes its way down
Moat by mote
Finds a way to give an echo
Even if it cannot be all

We do not have to be lovers
To hold out a leaf