As I awake from my sleep,

My thoughts of you I can’t keep,

Drowned not in darkness but my love for you

I push the window curtains aside,

The constellations’ joys have died,

For I see not them but how the stars spelled your name

As the horizon is cut by the sun’s rays,

I remember how you lit up my rainy days,

Now chiaroscuro’s a part of my list of words

To the morning star, the birds and bees pay homage,

While I dig into my omelette du frumage,

You splashed my dull world with orange, red and yellow

The clock strikes for the twelfth time,

Terms of endearment that rhyme

Every message is love when read between the lines

At dusk, when the sun bids farewell,

Our pasts whispered in a nutshell,

We signed a silent treaty of clean slates

From cloud to cloud, the moon fleets,

Hear the rhythm of our heartbeats,

I sing Vanilla Twilight and wish you were here

Cryin’ over our situation,

Where I am shackled by persuasion,

And how your past twists present—devouring me entirely

Wondering how long you can wait,

And I can keep holding on to trust and faith,

But let them be for now—as I cherish you in my dreams

For on my bed, I feel your embrace,

And how your breath touches my face,

In my midnight reverie, I don’t feel so alone

As long as that dog from an old Asian poem continues to love its beloved satellite,

I’ll keep spending eighty six thousand four hundred seconds per day thinking of you—all my life