for Miss MG Euan Yldeso

If a woman shares my love

my verse will touch the tenth concentric heavens;

if a woman turns my love aside

I will make of my sadness a music,

a full river to resound through time.

                        - Jorge Luis Borges

It was that night quite well too off,

and so lazy

When I saw the bird of Petrarch,

nay a daisy

Chiaroscuro of petals—

raining its rays

Its filigree shone brightly in

the gloom of days.

It fluttered gracefully through air,

like a scent

that whoever sees the fragrance,

on knees bent.

But the eye-candy was stolen

by the night,

and asked the stars where did it go

in its flight?

"Quell, child of the moon don't quiver,

don't quiver.

In tide, you'll follow the source of

the river".

I bid thank you of the stars

and farewell,

who sought to spare me off a

wishing well.

And all appeased, tranquil, serene

and cozy

of the night that was quite well too off

and so lazy.