When the sun colors the sky,
the girl dons on her red frock
embroidered with flowers,
is bevvied with joy,
dancing in celebration,
petal–eyelids open unto awe.
With just the same heart
When the moon woos,
our lady is wrapped
in her black dress,
bubbles and stews,
cackling, agape at the universe,
irises open to the multitude,
cherishing each star a sun.