When your eyesPause on the ballThat hangs on the third branch from a star,You remember why it got darkAnd why it is getting light again.The Earth (like the heart) leans back in it's seatAnd, like that, it travels along an orbitDrawn in the darkness.Unpolished pearl In sky-blackPalm of handsFlickering sun-flame.You rememberThat you are yourself a light-bearer,Who receives her radiance from others