A crescent moon near Venus
a time solstice near the shooting star that falls in the sky
A piece of your certainty
of fresh rain that decays and falls on the edge of our gazes
a fragment of blue and white sky
knotted
on the horizon
and a kiss of fresh cloud
surrounding the fractal of butterflies
all that composes my wisdom of swirling whole moon
on the pupils of our entire faces facing the warm sun
and to the whole star