Time without end.
We move through the twilight sky,
through noctilucent clouds –
swimmers in a sea of early night,
ice crystals attaching to our skin, reflecting and becoming stars.
Lights in the dark, whorls of stars,
sparks flashing between our skin,
the galaxy unfolding –
our lips together, bodies
a new constellation. Guiding sailors across windswept oceans
Writer Moe 