I cannot see you
But I can feel your
Wide Encircling reflections
Twisting
Slowing bruising
Everything in your path
Moonbow, scarred indigo
With this second-hand glow
We are losing the stars
But you, only you, remain
Desolate Goddess
Your crates tilt sullenly
Dripping their light right down
Just like an old, broken top
A light you can suffer
Safe in it's secrecy
A white excuse for me
Creator of deepest shadows
Out pock-marked watcher
Unrequited companion
Unimaginable solitude
A witching hour flower
Moonbow, scarred indigo
Desolate Goddess...
