Mother of Dusk

I observed you crying beneath the stars,  
your skin was ivory-blue,  
as behind glass, imprisoned,  
I watched you kneel  
as she left,
as she died there  
in your beautiful sky.  
I observed you shedding your clothes,  
piece  
by piece, gifts  
to golden sand, grey scaled  
by limited and limitless light.  
The water lapped at your knees  
as a pup to a nipple,  
the ripples causing prickles upon your flesh.  
Translucent.  
A scene made on the dying of a month, a maker, a Mother of dusk.  
You were still -
leaking -
salt meet salt,  
liquid meet liquid,  
enveloped in sea,  
see and
-  
 
New Moon, rise again, from Earth in gradient,
born and sailing  
as an alien, unweathered ship  
- carry us on this endless journey
gently as only Spirit can.
Thanks be to you
casting hue.