[i]On The Farside[/i]

Below skies unknown

Two stargazing beasts prowling—

We meet at sunset.

New moon bashful like young cubs

Caught laughing in a dark room.


Drawn in, orbiting,

Wanderers lost together,

Spinning fast in place.

Our candle burns in reverse;

Wax poured into darkened skies.


Like a telescope

Your voice drowns out cosmic noise

Drawing lines 'twixt stars:

Moonlight illuminates all

Paths ahead seem infinite.


The stars are scattered

When we become thunderclouds

The heavens tremble

And bright moon scurries away

Showing only her farside.