Myself with Myself

With a silence of yours,
I sleep with my dreams;
with the end of the day, you —
I wake up, all for her.

With a joy of yours,
I hear people singing aloud;
with an end of yours,
comes another day, to you.

With every effort to understand you,
I surrender myself, deep into the darkness;
with every wonder of you,
it shines with the full moon, and turns magical.

With every hour about you,
I am lost — of memories, and of mind;
with every cry of yours,
I lose myself, and become myself.