On the other side of the world,  
you pass the moon to me, 
like a loving cup, 
or a quaich*. 
I roll you the sun.

I go to bed, 
as you’re getting up 
on the other side of the world.  
You have scattered the stars 
towards me here, like seeds

in the earth. 
All through the night, 
I have sent you 
bunches, bouquets, of cloud  
to the other side of the world;

so my love will be shade  
where you are, 
and yours, 
as I turn in my sleep, 
the bud of a star.


* a Scottish drinking cup, made of wood and having two handles