Samwel, a year and a half later

Since, at all costs, you want the moon by day
and since I’m meant to grant your every wish,
I offer you a sun emerging from a cloud
but no! it’s ‘that’ you want; you don’t want ‘this’.

And so, despite the day, you still wait for the moon
and I know, in my heart, it can’t appear.
I offer you some memory, a moon that’s full,
but you want it right now, identical.

Because, even by day, you want to grasp the moon;
I don’t know what to do to make you glad.
"There are days", I explain. "And there are days…"
But you don’t want the whys and wherefores. You just want ‘that’!