Twelve nights

The moon has kissed these sunken eyes

Else hid from them and from the lies

Of being other than one can

Once more the ghost of unseen sights

Against the measure of a man

Twelve days

The sun has soothed this sack of bones

Else rained on it and on these tones

Of saying other than one can

Once more the danger where it lays

Against the measure of a man