The moon told me a yarn last night

She said you were a certain light

A hazy glow, a sailor’s blight

A wave of nautical twilight

It began most civilly

A toast, a drink, a melody

A spark of connectivity

A course of perfect symmetry

But as the evening drew me near

Our journey’s end became unclear

My True North had disappeared

I stepped aside and let you steer

For a time, we sure sailed yare

And boy, you carried my hopes far

But with the evening, came the stars

And we discovered who we are

For when the solar perigee

Is twelve below what it should be

The horizon slips into the sea

I looked to you, you lied to me

My two-month night

My loss of sight

My lowest height

Nautical —