Literature
Eternal
This is how you loved me. . .
seeing you in profile,
a crescent moon
with hills and valleys
of your landscape,
eternal night, and the sight,
tableau of eruptions
that covered me,
the whisperings of silence
from silhouetted ice trails. . .
but I can't say how,
one day, you did
while
never seeing the dark side,
and plunder from the Oort cloud;
its tapestry
changed beyond mem'ry,
this is the way you left me. . .
but I can't say how,
one day, you did
while
seeing you in profile,
a crescent moon
with hills and valleys
of your landscape,
this is how you loved me.