OCTOBER 28th
Reading edition
Today is your birthday. Many people will come to you with offerings, While I, Who seemingly know you so slightly, Yet who truly know you so well, Must stand aside with empty hands. If love could make this day perfect, My love would weave for you A web enmeshed with all your desires. On your pathway I would fling stars for pebbles And tear down the moon So that you might wear The radiance of its silver In your hair. But instead— I stand outside like a wall And quite powerless I send no gift at all.