She moves us

Across icy cobbles

Like an old friend that we do not see,

Our heels stamp

Relentless

 On her tears.

She watches us always,

The storm is beginning

she whispers,

But the strobe lights

Hide the lightning

And we don’t care for the End.

***

There’s a photograph somewhere, hidden in a box,

My 19th birthday,

Smiling hazily

In an old stranger’s arms -

It was walking home that night that I saw

For the first time

How beautiful the moon was.

How soon youth becomes ash

On these soaking streets,

How does a laugh become an echo

Of a heel that splashed

Down this path lifetimes ago

When she still shone

And we did not see her.

***

Tomorrow, you will be nothing but dust

And empty air in my arms.

And our moon will die with the sunrise.

But tonight, we are its children still,

And we dance to its dying screams.