The Deep Shades of a Moonless Night

How many lumens would it take to burn you Sky-clad and free under the pale moonlight Would your aching bleached skin cry in relief Feeling anything in the dark of night again? How long has it been since the full moon shone? Have ten years slipped away so easily? It's been longer than it hasn't by now And has been for quite some time Reaching for where it once shone bright I took a piece of that stone within me It's been so long since I've needed it Yet I took its name as my very own Shimmering crimson in gray half-light Artifice that stopped being relevant even in its heyday Yet tints my vision to this very day Did I want you or want to be you? There's a different stench in the air now So high above the same town you shone over It's bitter cold and smells of the sea And myriad streetlights look like distant stars My liver's stronger than I gave it credit for But I certainly never tested it like you It all felt like ancient history that night And that night is even older now What a brilliant scar upon my corneas To stare at a moon as bright as the sun Unflinching, unyielding Just eager for the bowl of soup we shared I've made my own light since then Followed it to the darkest corners of home and Hell Yet for a moment, I could smell your shine again And it made me set up camp for the night Where does the moon wander on nights like this? So high above home, I still can't fathom your view What must it be like to see continents like this? And grant the slightest burn to my night-pale skin?