"Forget me," you said,
as the bright wind carried you
up the blue-facet mountain.
The sun came to me and I danced in his flame.
Flowers took root in my scorched flesh.
Everything in me turned its face
to his light, and grew, and lived.
The moon came to me and I dreamed
open-eyed in her silvery glow,
until I too was vast and delicate.
We whispered the secrets of mist
and of starlight, the truths
that shine in darkness.
I would not give them up for you-
not you, with your blue crystal face,
your dispassionate regret.
So tell me why I wake, in the moon's glow,
in the sun's heat, feeling the sapphire
under my fingers, the mountain's shadow.
Tell me why I chase that bright wind
that could never have carried me.