I. the heat from the fire seeps into the grass and shrivels it into tiny grasping hands. the stars rotate lazily far above in bright bursts sour on your tongue.
the moon hides her face and her beams wander lost between invisible clouds. she searches for meaning in the sparks below but only sees herself reflected back in them.
II. you lie flat on your back and the clover fills your ears and swallows your hair. smoke drifts purposefully over your eyes, hiding the night sky.
dew clings to the undersides of dark aging leaves and longs to stay on the slope, straining against a race to fall to the ground.
you don't need to blink to know if your eyes closed, you would miss the moon's shy smile.
III. your palms are flat against the damp soil and you feel as if you are sinking into the ground. the void settles over you, claiming you as easily as it left the stars behind.
your breath sighs into a wind that has not sounded in what seems an eternity. the dark obscures your vision until you realize you cannot see the moon.
IV. you can't breathe. there is a suffocation that comes with utter darkness, when you can't see the fingertips of gods trailing across the sky and the eyes of thousands of planets upon you.
there is a deep fear that comes with losing the moon and questioning if it was ever really there to begin with.
the space between stars, once comforting, fills you until it has claimed your body as well as your soul.
V. you breathe the dark into the sky and inhale more of it. the stars blink, searching for the fire that they loved to admire, but you have concealed it.
you spread across the land, staring up, sifting through dark places like grains of sand. yet even with your union with the sky, you cannot find the moon. now she hides from even you.