Silence Minor

A slate grey slice of midnight
Hangs a moon all red with blood
In those quarters of the firmament
Where our god shaped us of mud
And the future's all remembered
And my eyes are clear and bright
And I see things only given form
In a lover's lovesick sight
Cast off to freeze and burn in loveless night

A tossed-out sea of meanings
Beats a syncopated time
On the unlit sands of World's End
Where I spend my heart on rhyme
And the present is forgotten
And my eyes are dull and dim
And the empty space between the stars
Is the tidepool where I swim
With none to sing or hear my requiem