Will you be an inlay upon my carcass?
In nacre, your laughter, without it, I'm naked.
Will you see yourself in the body, my friend?
A stitch that is hidden, they'll say that I faked it.
But no other color would fit in the end.
They love your directions, to me you're the North star,
When I look away, other lights become dim.
Though I can't imagine the sun being jealous,
I shall make the morrow to see you again.