LONG NIGHT MOON

Winter tightens
its grip
on the landscape

fastens
the long night's cloak
about itself

a moon hung
above an horizon
for the longest time

the sun
hangs its head
in shame

I call your name
your name
like a spirit that my breath

conjures up
nailed to the night
with stars

each precious sound
written in frost
the world turns and you

are not on it -
I dare to speak
your absence

grief tightens
its grip
I fling your name

like a stone
at a careless universe
that is not listening

Death even further
beyond belief
than a small boy

can even
begin
to...imagine