dark of the moon

Maybe it's better
to live for poetry
than to really live

poetry is a game
life is a game
both are beautiful

this must be
the dark of the moon
when such thoughts come

Dancing with you
and dancing without you
both needed

risking failure
is not an option
because life

always ends in death
and even failure
is either alive or dead

why do you love me
why do I love me
and why does it change?