Moonbow - Black Moth

I cannot see you

But I can feel your

Wide encircling reflections

Twisting

Slowly, bruising

Everything in your path

Moon bow, scarred indigo.

With this second-hand glow

We are losing the stars

But you, only you, remain

Desolate Goddess

Your craters tilt sullenly

Dripping their light right down

Just like an old, broken tap

A light you can suffer

Safe in its secrecy

A white excuse for me

Creator of deepest shadows

Our pock-marked watcher

Unrequited companion

In unimaginable solitude

A witching hour flower

Moon bow, scorched indigo.