I talked with the new moon tonight

I talked with the new moon tonight, And asked: - How fast, How slow The seasons come and go, The birds migrate, the grass is getting dry, And not be late In life, In death, At birth, how loud do we have to shout? How long to stay? And wait, And count, How slow, how fast we have to love, And get a glimpse of quicksand, A touch of a tear When wrapped arms melt in waves, How many steps? The ocean, lying at your feet Begging for your embrace, How slow the clouds go, or Stay Still, How long the gaze, How slow the breath