In your arms

There are days when

I want to take my friends

To the sky with me

And sing around

The bonfire of evening sun

There are days when

I just want to sit quietly

In the streets of any constellation

Under the table lamp of moon

But there are days more often

When I want to live on the earth

To sit silently beside you

Thinking not of Sun or Moon

Or of any homely constellation

But only to listen to you

Till I fall sleep

In your arms