A Response

When can we go to that silent planet
     and watch the sunset set the sky ablaze?
When can we be at that place?

When can we float on that sea of thoughts
     and count the stars that no lights dim?
When can we be there and dream?

When can we walk on the soft red slopes
     and sit on that soil of peace?
When can we be surrounded by its breeze?

I'll come with you, just tell me when
     and live with you (though we should die)
In the red sands of closeness, dear

Where we can hear our breathing rise amongst the stars

~ Christmas 2000

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The Nighttime Dilemma

When daytime things go to rest
And this part of the world seems at ease
The nighttime things come to be

The crickets gently chirp an inviting tune
And I can hear the breeze through the trees
When daytime things cease to be

A diamond-filled black satin sky
Invite the moon to shine so beautifully
As the nighttime things come to be

I know I should be slumbering soon
And join the chorus ever dutifully
When daytime things cease to be

But the night is tugging at my heart
To step out into the adventurous dark
While the nighttime things come to be

So my dilemma comes ’round again
When daytime things cease to be
Should I sleep or dance along
As the nighttime things come to be