Red clouds hide the stars of Gemini,
Ending the day, letting shadows grow.
Arches of darkness shine the silver tiara
Dawning the moon o’er the dying sun.
Thin clothes of mist on your warm body ‘wait
Hands that at night come and tear them apart.
Earth bids your bare feet upon it to go,
Easing their walk through the swaying grass,
Nearing you to the promised embrace,
Drawing your burning face close,
Soothing your pain, giving life back to you.