Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks December 2014: Winter | Page 20

To Hide from Our Strange North
Shane Vaughan
The sun struggles up
Panting over the horizon
Clawing his way up the back
Of your rigid spine
To fall down and pray
Let me shine on
Let me shine on
And the moon she howls
In pleasurous grief
For the night is hers
And hers alone
She cannot fathom the light
As the stars fade out
As the stars fade out
Now the ground is hued
As colour-immense testifies
The call of Aurora
Who whispers aloud
The sound of white desert
Look me in the eyes this time
Look me in the eyes this time
And you sigh
Can we have one more night?
And I say
We have only the night
A pulling of covers required
To hide from our strange North
To hide from our strange North

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