I’ve been kissed
goodbye by the Moon

Her farewell fell

in silver bell tinkling song

to lay her sad fingers upon my cheek

I tried to speak
but she took my words
and wove them through her hair

I tried to explain
but she said I could never come back to her again
after tonight

And tonight
was stars without the blaze
just ashen grey fall away

just broken strands of fairy globes
hanging limp in the garden

And the Moon
is stripping off suggestions

And the Moon
is naked in her own light

bathed by the sky
and the tears I cried
when she said we could never become


But we did become
without her knowing
I remember showing her
all the scars I had carried
forever and a day
I remember
the way she took away yesterday
and replaced it with a blurred vision
of tomorrow in all its
one colour splendour

In all its new born foal utterances

In all its second chances

And the Moon
is stepping out of herself

And the Moon

is fragility and serenity
climbing over my tongue

I am
the winding of time
ill considered and redefined

I am lost
in the stratosphere
I trying to be near

but never quite clearing the tree tops

The sound of denial

is the grinding of teeth

The sound of farewell

is the soft tread of a thief
across my roof

And the Moon
will soon submit to the sun

For he has come
with trumpets calling
with my protests falling
upon deaf ears

For he has come
for her

and I cannot even find
the portal where goodbye awaits

And he has come
burning down the gates of our secret place

to leave me deathless
dying

and worse

not even trying

anymore......