DYE
WHO
Are you?
Why do you
Hide in
The darkness
And
Listen to my
PRIVATE THOUGHTS?
By
WHOSE DIRECTION
Found'st
Thou out
This place
You told me that
YOU SWEAR
By the Sacred moon
above,
THE MOON
That paints
The tops of
fruit trees
with sliver.
I WISH I
was your
BIRD.
WHO
Told you
how to get here below
MY BEDROOM?