Entry 85

white gold halo 
engulfs 
the tobacco stained pearl

moon.
above the behemoth 
pine.

jagged stoic silhouette.
we bask in moonglow together.

silver honey runs phantom magma through my veins.

i collect cold light.

give my tongue to her — 
our words are long pondered thoughts

gathered and then dispersed.

generous rays of light 
cast at dawn.

it is the dying darkness that inspires some birds 
to sing lullaby.

to gold&black 
an ode most brilliant 
when swollen and without hope.
dawn fills the moon with fire, 
behold.