Night Moss

The beat of time runs fluid
Out here on the changing landscape
Polar north is the indicator of love
And we love with the mind's eye and the heart
A still pond mirrors familiarity
Something distant enters the scene
Among a rustling of branches
Under the quiet whispers of night
there is richness and beauty
Yet it seems to have little meaning now
Apart from filling in the gaps
Between antimatter and fortune
I have learned to live in ideal quarters
In the cabins of the mind
In the prominence of the night the lady sings a swan song 
We've only just begun we've only now arrived
We will always be early
And too long has it been since our last fatal kiss

The rivers bleed dry now
All that's left is a blanket of moss
Reconciling wounds
Draping the moonlight
Encapsulating the stars
Let the visitors in early
The play is at four
But there is no one here very famous
Except the eclipsing sun