The Vanishing Moon


anne brigman

Out of the shallow earth you emerged

wrapped in warm leather,

black waves of sorrow grasping and clinging

as you resurrected


Beneath hollow chasms I waited

starving, stalking

a sphere of secrets

pulling me into your dreams


to infinite depths

where the vast seas sunk

we clambered together

grappling, feasting, our shadows like thunder


then under the white beacon we lay,

crystal dots falling from the sky

as we etched our final songs

into the vanishing moon


image by Anne Brigman