The Secret Discourse Between the Sky and Earth

The crimson scar

Upon the mauve horizon

All that remains

Of the passing day

The night that came

To take its place

Brought the chill whisper

Of the winter rain

The cold upon the skin of earth

Shudders the world and veils the sky in manic sorrow

The light dies fast in the months of winter

And long the nights are beneath the crawling fog

Upon the window speckled with raindrops

The hand grows cold against the misty glass

Beyond the threshold of the warm abode

There is but rain and mist and darkness

Put out the light and lock the door behind

Step into the raging midnight storm

And let the rain stream down you face and arms

Raise up your gaze towards the unseen stars

The secret discourse between the sky and earth

Resounds through damp the hills and woods

If one was to but listen, soon

They would perceive its hidden power

The simple speech

That is the most profound

Of absolutes

In universal tongue

Malice and beauty

Move as one

They slash and tear at the tall wet grass

Stand in a field and feel it scourge and hiss

Hear it howl all around you

Cold skin and flailing hair cast

The futile droplets into the sea on high

Who is to question the tenebrous sky ?

A raving madman and a fool

The mad abandon of the elementals truly

Is clarity among a self-made chaos

This night a shameless privy to

The secret discourse between the sky and earth

And if the hungry flood has not

Devoured the home-bound path

Carry you a memory

Of mist and storm

That let up come the break of dawn

Carry yourself home to sleep and dream of this.