I am the last ray of moonlight Glistening bright on the dewdrop announced by the notes of the morning's first flight On the first day of night The most beautiful of flowers Mistaken for a weed Pulled out and crushed while budding By clay fists, squeezed dry to feed The burial ground of things that were I sang your praise and we made love for days, we were in that sweetly toxic haze where erudite butterflies rewrite Shakespeare's plays Today the one we call Truth is a monster lurking in the corners of our hearts betraying our whispers, and the sunrise we never saw together There's nothing I can say to make these words sweeter, the goodbyes of tomorrow have arrived early as eye drops dew infertile soil of dreams from yesterday forgotten too early for our hands to touch, did we love too little- or too much?