Pluck A Star

Wherefrom he comes whereto he goes I have seen him, he is distincly visible colors dance and his aroma sings a ghazal a light that fills moon and the stars a dark complexioned with so many names so many faces, every night with a new face shy on his night, appearing as a twilight like the breasts of bride after wedding night green are the leaves with his message of love what of flowera he kisses even the thorns rises with with unforseen beauty like a virgin drunk and lanuishing sets in the seas. He smiled and replied, "I am just a mirror." A star, haven't you seen billions at the night sky! But I don't know whose image I am? Definitely, there ppears someone in the glass don't look at me, see me in the cold moon and kiss the moon with your eyes the universe is his image but it's converged in your heart yes, that ancient and infinite lover can stay there in your heart the night is too small, pluck a star for you and love the sky full of millions of stars is for you. Only he lives who is alive in love see how peacefully he embraces his death. Millions or billions of years it may take to be reorganized it's a cycle we are organized to be disorganized! it's a cycle we are organized to be disorganized!