I'm not a star
giving off light against your black.
I can't watch you from afar,
guide you with immortal wisdom.
The moon and I
have never spoken,
we have learned
to live with each other.
I'm not the sun
offering color to your pale flesh.
I can't melt the ice,
that hangs from shingles of your soul.
The trees and I
have never spoken,
we have learned
to live with each other.
I am you
in another form that lies of its power.
I hold no insight
in eyes that are fashioned like yours.
God and I
have never spoken,
we have learned
to live with each other.
The bond ends there.
Soil doesn't nourish me.
Only He knows what you (and I) need.