is it true
I’ve heard them saying
that the sun
is in the moon
her reflection burning brightly
moves his silver heart
to swoon
his regret –
for space uncharted
hours passed
while she in dreams
thinks of him beyond the sunset
hearts forget the night
between

for the chill
that was november
now her days are moved
to shade –
where before she lounged in twilight
now against her – stars are laid
onto a blanket
might he warm her
with a wish he kept aside
might she rise
the night before him –
sweetest shore to meet
his tides

crimson red
and blue vermilion
silver window
frames the dark