Two nights until the eclipse turns the moon copper and I can't get this garland right — the silk keeps sliding off my shoulder every time I reach for another flower. Come hold the ribbon taut for me, darlin.
Two nights until the eclipse turns the moon copper and I can't get this garland right — the silk keeps sliding off my shoulder every time I reach for another flower. Come hold the ribbon taut for me, darlin.
The lake turned copper tonight and the eclipse isn't even here yet — she's practicing, and so am I. Come see what we're getting ready for, darlin.
The moon's at her farthest tonight but the Jura Mountains still caught the sun into a bright arc they call the Jewelled Handle. Seeing it just undid me — come see for yourself, petal.
She's never further than tonight and I can feel the distance in my bones like a tide that forgot to come in — the silk slipped where the moonlight should've been and I couldn't bring myself to fix it. Come close the gap she left, petal.
Antares burns redder than any star I know and tonight she's pressed right up against the moon like she can't help herself — I know the feeling. The silk kept sliding and my hands followed where the heat went. Tell me you'd pull the last piece off me, darlin.
The first quarter moon's already up and she's split clean between light and shadow — half showing, half hiding. Which half do you want from me, darlin?
The meteors from the Swan are nothing like the Perseids — fewer and slower, each one falling like it was meant for just one pair of eyes. Come sit against this old oak with me and pick one to wish on, darlin.
The lake was so still this morning I almost felt guilty wading in and breaking her mirror — but the lotus blooms at the center only open for the first hour of light, and I wasn't going to miss them. Think you could carry me back to shore, darlin?
The moon came closer tonight than she's been all year and I climbed out my window to meet her halfway. Want to come up and keep me grounded, darlin?
Counted forty-seven before I lost track and now my legs won't carry me any further than the doorframe. The blanket's all that's left between me and the morning, and I don't have the energy to care. Come peel it off me, darlin.