She still does it.....

Once a while I balance the moon
On my fingertip,
My index one
- it feels like I am touching the tip of her nose

And from the tip I slide the moon
Down
And it rolls into my arms
Becoming my face

I have begun to look like her
Within my own eyes
I look in the mirror
And I don’t see her


Her absence is my identity


Twinkle twinkle “little star”
Up above my world-
Silently

The sky knows all the secrets
For what is a star but a lotus
In full bloom

And what’s a lotus
But a star twinkling
In a pond


The water is the sky that knows all the secrets


If I remember who I am I cease to exist.