I
If you
give birth
to the moon
what will you
call it
and where
will you hide it
for others
to discover?
II
In winter
the quiet lake
does not resist
the ice or
its cool blue embrace
III
across the night field
the tiny diamonds sparkle
to the stars' delight
IV
Let me find you
in the morning
in the sleeping bed
let me find you
in the evening
with the stars crowning your head
let me find you
in winter
not lost to the snow
let me find you
in summer
where the late strawberries grow
let me find you
in the fragrance
of a wild red rose
let me find you
in the answers
to the questions that I pose
let me find you
reaching for me
through the swirling fear
let me find you
in this tense world
if you are not already here
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