Moon Lover Wildflower:

This night will pass, my love,
Even if you don't sleep, this night will pass,
It will pass, and
The morning will come, the sun will rise,
With its rays bright, silky, bushy, without mercy,
Without consolation, it will tear the clouds apart,
Split the sky in two, like a woman in labor,
The day will be born, perfect child,
Perfect reincarnation, without the need to find
The closest point to Earth, The most distant,
It will pass as if it was not, and never will be, again,
It will, slowly, rotate in the direction of the Hunting Moon

Moon Lover Hyacinth:

O disconsolate lover, this night is no more than a dream
So is this evening and all the seasons
Even here in our room where the stars peep in
And the sun shall awake the sleepy white farms
Then all the forms of day shall appear
Until then my dear, fret not, for I shall love you,
Beneath the light of the hunting moon.

Moon Lover Wildflower:

my love,
the first frost fall,
please, stop,
stop, calling the firefighters,
(this is just the sun, hiding beside the naked trees,
burning for the half-moon)

my love, the wonderful figment of my imagination,
you are farther than the moon,...