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]