The Barbaric Yawp

Maybe this is the night life they reminisce to in hindsight 

Nefelibata, but your glow’s real as slant ropes

Talk about solemn peace and talk of me 

My lighthouse sits by the shore 

Guides your illicit light show 

Altair and Vega in the harp of Orpheus 

The same seventh night of the seventh moon 

Come Magpies, will I see your face? 

My tears fall from grace 

Lovers celebrate

I wait.

I thought this was the night Japan awaits the rain 

But I’d caught your eyes, I’d caught your bioluminescence