Sonnet #2 – “Moon Day”
I let the moonbeams be my guide.
I look into the night for you.
I must go down to see your eyes
But somehow keep on passing through.
The earth I roll around my lips.
There seems to be some kind of fire.
It’s coming from your dancing hips.
Sweet music from an ancient lyre.
The oak trees’ branches grow in threes.
But it is clear which path to take.
Come here, my sweet, my flor-de-lis
And guide me past leaves that are fake.
I rise when splendor greets the Sun.
My Vita Nova has begun.