HER LAUGH MAKES ME CRY
for the world
that slips away.
I float in thin air
before the sun
goes out and stars
refuse to shine.
Moon searches
for the miraculous
to let yourself live
without romancing,
foraging in the woods
for life-giving food.
Black magic alchemy
may be necessary
for us to get into
the Kingdom of Heaven.
Don’t be afraid
to keep silent.