blame me for laughing.

I am the sort to think in silly ways
about the sun and moon
and to be thoughtful on some evenings
and frivolous other times

I could hum you a tune
or write poetry to the whispering grasses
I could give darkness a thousand names
and one;

but I'm afraid- and sorely so
of that which is tuneless;
nameless, yet sweet
and kindly giving

but I'd let go of my sunsets
and silly tunes and
useless philosophies;
if only you'd teach me
what's missing.

- adam