Sunlit Night

Sunlit passion in the moonlit heart chamber,
your embers thaw my hot-blooded glacier.
You are my sun of the night sky.
I, your moon-glow – you, my sun-shine.

Twas’ a full moon
and all through the night-sky not a star was winking –
cast out by the resistless sorrows
of my gloomy eye-moonlight.

You felt that I, the moon, had arisen,
and the tear-tides swelled
in the darkness behind your eyelids –
winking adrift.

A pair of blurred suns then arose
from the slumber of the cold-blue horizon,
casting out my dimmed-moon with your radiant dawning.
Oh, that sun-fire gleam within your eyes when you see me!

I, the gloom, then recede into night but you catch me,
“fire can love tears” you said.
I reposed just as the faint moon in day – indistinct of what we are –  
you’re my flame, I your tears, together we boil into quarrel.      

Now she walks on by, the love in her eyes eclipsed.
I stand in weeping-lacerations, there is no hope left –
because fire and tears come not together.
Can one mend the disparity of our deities?

Whom is the embodiment of our love-force?
Whom is the personification of our love-force?
Tears boil
in quarrel.

In the twilight of our relationship,
your setting sun gave me one last sliver of a wink
before your eye sunk beneath the horizon.
Your cold-blue tears dyed into the warmth of your dying light.

I am not for you;
my moon eclipses your sun
and casts your world
into darkness.
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