Tangerine Eclipse

We follow the rhythm

We follow the rhyme

The moon reflects in the sink

A world without time

Sleep drifts with us

The dawn has begun

When we have the wisdom

To follow the sun

 

I smile and I gaze

At a star-filled night sky

The birds and the animals

Their spirits will die

Our lament will be short

And sweet as we laugh

For the moon it is captured

Like a cheap photograph

 

And we are hidden away

From that which is real

A moon without sunrise

That cold fingers can’t feel

Whipped and churned

Wrinkled and unworthy

Our love in its shadow,

Our dawn comes too early

 

The hue of the colour

Is tarnished with blood

Whilst copper is better

It echoes with wood

And the quakes of the moon

So distant and silenced

Casts silver light glistening

To those who wish violence

 

The food of the moon

Is the dust in our hands

We seek to make justice

From impossible plans

To be human in essence

To be bold for our shame

And though the moon is our ghost

It calls out our names

 

Earthbound planets

To gaze and to wonder

We see our geometry

We hear the crackle of thunder

Do we exist below it

Or above it perhaps?

Aeons of minerals

Seep out of its cracks

 

I love you, you know?

I tried to see what you saw

I may well have dreamt this

As I peered from your door

I need you, I miss you!

We’ll soon light a fire

The globe in the cosmos

Sparked out with desire

 

The weather is clear

The craters invisible

Glass plays it’s tricks

The technology is miserable

The photons are smashing

At our ruby red lips

And we kiss in the solitude

Of an arcing eclipse

 

We tremble amongst it

We know not what it is

Ancient acres of darkness

decades of bliss

We have waited in turn

To fathom this beauty

One thing it is not

Is tangerine fruity!

 

© Sean Ransom 25/5/2020