After searching for days or even months
I finally find it reclining lazily
above the peaks above the city as if to ask
Did you miss me? Yes very much I reply
and rush to embrace it but it smiles
and recoils and tells me No no you
have to try harder than that it says
I do not give myself up so easily
I try a different tack
I sing to it bring it flowers nightly
I compare its eyes to the morning dew
it has not seen the morning dew
I say its mouth is the sunset over mountains
it knows mountains but the sunset
is only a rumor from the Evening Star
I tell the Big Dipper that it moves
like a quiet river across the earth
Rivers I have seen says the Big Dipper
they sparkle in the light from my stars
Your stars like eyes I say and it smiles
No it says that is too easy
It turns its back
it walks home along the back of the mountain