Between Sun and Moon [Death, part seven.]
Between Sun and Moon [Death, part seven.] A poem in three parts. I. Time The air is still around the lake, the sky up high is clear and bright. My hands bear the signs of the at last come Winter, just as a hopeful rain lightly kisses the ground. II. Famine The sky is frozen, the cursed clear air embroidered with stars. All is hopeful in the breath of winter and at the lakeside. There are no clouds in sight, yet the Sun is hiding, as my blood is flowing. III. Sun and Moon This warm winter rain covers the Earth like you warm my heart, Sun and Moon stay still and fly in communion, like a garden grows, like a flower blossoms, like death, like life. [Inspiration: NEP Mikael Akerfeldt EP Georgette Pruneaux]