the stars parade,
the moon curves into
silence,
the night broods
in a frosty sky,
footsteps follow
like the witching hour
in her emerald
caves,
kiss me, sweet boy,
let me rest
in your arms,
sing a song of
love into the
night tide,
sway with you
in a ghostly
circle,
sunken like
a blue pool
beneath the
stars,
where our
forever begins
in the unravelling
of the old moon.