I wish I were a slice of light,
Upon your lip,
Stamp my sojourn until late night.
Across your face spread a sign,
Beneath your lie,
Left my steps over skyline.
When Luna wore a dress of starry perfume,
In saecula saeculorum,
Ignored the elephant in the room.
All that flushed the best-laid plan,
No more than,
Dwelt within a flash in the pan.