The moon marrying the water, at last
Sweet howling intensifies, our vision foggy
Is this death? Once dreamed for
Now upon us? In name and form

Moon white skin and hair
Marrying the flame,
becoming volcanic residue
The shelves newest resident

You’ve become the teacher
You always wanted to be
The lesson: life hangs in the balance
Wish it away and it will be granted


In death we live
In death we die
In death we are sweetly reminded
Death’s eye is ever searching