Our Relation

The star elopes with me

From the home of the sky.

In the comfortable light

Of the moon,

She waltzes in happiness

And whispers about

The openness of the path

To complete our relation

Owing to the curse

Of the sun, not being able

To touch the night sky.

Yes, she embraces me

And voices that 

She belongs to me

And I belong to her

From eons.

We get married

In the presence of garlands

In the temple of the night.

The night becomes a witness

To our love and union,

And the sun

That comes in the train

Of desires remains uninformed.