Nightside

the softest nightside glow
lays her light upon this world
and the edge of the cloud breaks away
in a tranquil translucence of tears
quietly running down the seam in the sky
making their mark on our skin
as they evaporate from touch
staining the ground and the sky with oils
the red, the blue and the glorious white

this is when love needs to end
and yet it lingers on in the landscape
flows along the stream
alongside the paint and the water
streaking with remembrance every rock, rapid and riverbank
to be broken down by time and the lull of seasons
the eventual glacier, floe and epoch

in this silky smooth darkness I lay
floating on the waves of this song
imagine the stones, carefully painted and carved
now covered with moss, but on them still visible
the chiseled words that still ring out
the ochred portrait of the hunt
and the faint outline of the stillborn moon