Pale sunlight, pale the wall. Love moves away. The light changes I need more grace than I thought.
Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again; For I am like the Moon, you will see me with new face everyday.
Looking up gives light, although at first it makes you dizzy.
The waterwheel accepts water and turns and gives it away, weeping.
The day you were born, a ladder was set up to help you escape this world.
Rush out in the rain to be soaked with the sky.