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