Rhyme

If this is the moon

may I have your spoon
with which to stir my tea?

If this is the sky

open your eyes
and walk along with me.

The stars are many.

The clouds all scurry.
Night devours the sea.

There is no love
except the love
that lets the ocean be.

Hold my hand.
Pace the sand.
Patience is no crime.

Those who are lovers

will always be lovers
at the mercy of emperor time.