That has no compass
I am in your tempest of leaves,
brown, auburn leaves moving so fast,
they catch fire like the sun.
Snoozing in planetary space, you flare
Yet the peace of you entices me,
I am in a void of stars watching you,
Soft, yet with much rage and fire,
that feeds my heart.
I think often what tomorrow will be,
Maybe one day I’ll know,
One day I hope to know.
I know, it will be warm with you,
My sun man.
You render me hot,
The smoke from your leaves
While I float in your space.
Not always close,
but the sun and moon need each other, like creatures and fish need water.
And I am with you as the sun is:
with the moon.