Crackle,
sparkle,
embers glow.
Make haste to my table,
come and fetch your crumbs.
You little wonder,
come.
Safe in.
Wrench,
and rend.
Make haste,
to the sole of my flying foot.
My harpstrings
chirp for your spring.
Yea, my funny thing,
i am hope and sweetness.
Why are you loitering?
Wings are made to fly.
Here are my buds of rose
and lily,
gathered for your sake.
Here are my forget-me-nots
and sun flushed strawberries,
take as many as you please.
Pray you,
do not wait
til my song is half a sigh,
for my green leaves will surely die.
These fruits are sweet,
but the door is closing.
Don't let it drift in
onto the floor.
If you love this moon,
pray you, let me know..
On the wax
on the wane..
My night is my noon,
and I will vanish soon.
If you love me,
what matters more or less in the sky?
...when all is sun within.
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