Absent longing

For so many moons and so many suns

I don't miss what I have.

No longing for what I don't have.

Because I have the moon of my suns.

Original like all sin

That groans with the sharp sound of the earth,

The wind makes you forget.

 

It's always the first time.

Dreams also land.

Dreams also bring sleep.

On their own land.

 

Lunar thoughts redesign

Shadows that mirror reflections.

And the sun,

He sleeps, smiling slowly.