On The Farside
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.
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