deep smoke falling down on us
so that all lying ahead is obscured
with a chin up we try to look above
see what is too far over us
we are digging our path through the grey
she looks over at me and I’m wondering
if it’s worth the pain to call out
or if I should let the time pass soundlessly
we are misting apart
if I am risen away
I think that we will never be clear to the other
but I feel it as it happens
the air blowing between to drift us further
the moon is what I can see
too high to touch but gleaming
a lune and rune I cast for the future
we cover it in zebra stripes of cloud
up here we don’t mind
if the sun doesn’t rise
it would show us what we should not see
