I do not ask

I do not ask the dawn what it can give me

Red spirits rise from the earth

From a place of no shapes

I only ask to be held gently

But not even that

I only ask to give

To the one worth giving to

Fruits are bought and sold

But they have no name or cost in my hands

I have no measure in my hands

I see her talent, or his beauty

I have never felt worthy

Of being traded

Good, I will stay here

In the emptiness of my heart

The place I watch from

And comprehend slowly

And fall asleep