​My bride, 

my Moon is peeking 

shy in my night. 

I know there are meteors screaming through the sky, 

ripping at the dark  

fire, fury, fleeting, flash, farewell. These city lights fuck it all off Woodland fire smoke 

clouding out glory 

god and star wars 

veiled above me. 

Need to climb from this dark 

to that higher, blacker, 

pallet in ebony. 

I need to see my night 

troubled so. 

Streaked in tears of light and joy. 

I need to go up there 

my arms, her arms, 

wait wide open. 

Hold me angry, my dear. 

I’m coming, Moon. 


I will see you soon