That light in your eyes
is finally alive;
it’s something inside us, darling.
That heat in the air,
that ringing in my ears,
is its elemental warning.
Equilibrium,
persistent
perigee,
no
Roche—just eternal tether.
The
sun may go out,
the
moon may lose its light—
the least of the storms we’ve weathered.
Our immortal dance,
a cosmic unity.
One day we’ll collide, together.
Go on and stake your claim
amidst the stars alight
in the night sky.
I’ll meet you there, beside the
moons.
When my light goes out,
my tired
regolith
will remain around you, waiting.
Until that day comes,
we’ll float in endless space,
two bodies in
eldritch Nothing.
And as you orbit there beside the
daughter of the
Earth and
Sky,
I’ll look for you among the glow of all the stars.
The hunter of the
Moon will soon devour you. Come
Ragnarök,
we’ll meet our fate, among the
wolves.
And as we depart
into the darkest night,
beyond the event horizon,
you’ll still hold my hand
as we traverse the unknown:
the weight of a star collapsing.
And when we take our place
between the stars aligned
in the night sky,
you’ll hold me there, and we will dance among the
moons.
And when we orbit there beside the
daughter of the
Earth and
Sky,
your light will dominate the fire of every
sun.
The
satellites of
Time will soon devour us, come
Ragnarök.
We’ll make our home among the
wolves.
