In the Cold Light of Night
How peaceful is a planet that glimmers white where frost and moonlight weave a silver glaze. In the harshness of winter-sleet, stray…
How peaceful is a planet that glimmers white
where frost and moonlight weave a silver glaze.
In the harshness of winter-sleet, stray boulders bow,
a cloud of grey shade, arousing the night.
The night’s aurora is an unfinished book
each chapter scribbled in yesterday
where fantasy, illusion
and the inward sigh of desire
are birthed from a thousand arrows
that follow from behind.