Come here and give me light, my moon.
I want to bathe in it.
There is no stage where else to swoon,
no place where it would fit.
In daylight I must stand up straight,
I cannot err or fail,
decide in time, never too late,
or else things might derail.
But standing still my heart gets light
when luna sends her rays.
The hurried schedules lose their fight,
calmly my body sways.