the moon rests her heavy head
on the horizon's weary shoulders
and skips stones of hydrogen and helium
across a jet black pond of her doubt
scattering schools of gravity
and kicking up clouds of gas and dust
leaving them to settle in a
carefully disarray of beginnings

if you're the ocean
mesmerizing and strong
i'll be the night sky
stricken with stars
blending endlessly into the other
seamless

the rain taps his
drumming song
on my windshield
but even he cannot
drown out
the sound of your
absense