Starstring Lingering

The lights have fallen to nightbreak. There, on the sharp horizon. Cracked open. Leaching pastel peach... (Or is it apricot?) ...into the dimming blue. The moon, two stars - aligned, in a line. Three drops of rain; frozen in their falling. An overnight shower, lasting longer than it did... By the tiny grace of an unseen spider; her webwork holding these three, three pieces of rain - up to the fading moonlight as dawn conspires to interfere with the colors she is daily born in. The white brings blue. The day brings night. The night brings dew. I long for you. In the long days, in the longer nights. In the dark, in the light. If I’m lucky, in my ache, I’ll be suspended for a moment more. Between heaven. Between earth. Consumed by starlight. Embracing dark, forestalling dawn. Awash in moonlight.