In the moment before
Your lips touched mine
In the shadow of the night,
I envisioned night's darkest darkness
Fill the space between our lips.
I imagined it disappearing slowly
As our lips grew closer,
The dark space between us
Waning like the moon
That watched us that night
In quiet secret.

.
In the fall of light,
Trees turn to stone.

This time the sun removes,
Told in tales of the rise of moon.

Light winds rustle rusted leaves—
And a fur will soon be feathered in a bed.

And silence screeches as some flying bark embarks
And the very trees are hollowed in their grieves of the newly
Throrned, red, running rose— of the dearly claimed, arisen dead.