I thought I saw a falling star that night
A distant sign that you were mine to be
Fraught with nerves we whispered with delight
And swapped the lie for truths we could not flee
The years rolled by- storms in a floodlight
And you were my dendrite, my cordite plea
Oppress we shunned in retention of our life
As life bred life and brought our joy to me
Frustrate old words to manifest desire
On you depends my firetrap, my source
Always play me Sappho as your lyre
Accompanying you through this discourse
You hunted and you found me my Orion
In all dimensions a hụrụ m gị n’anya
KimberleyMurray 