we walk for fifty years
lost in the ice domes
of this forsaken land
the Queen
sat high
on a throne
of clear glass tears
carved wood—
love letters written
before the dawn of time
moon dust
  moon walks—
a lonely planet
  for far off thoughts
a ring around—
the ebony stones draw in
our secret thoughts
living by the water
stepping out the sea—
she sails the foam ashore
beneath the fallen trees
shaped of stone
she kept the chisel
and left me alone
fall to the ground
planting seeds
for the next generation
who grow this land
and sink back in
dawn is black
and so is the moon—
I stay here
rocking my chair
as the darkness
comes too soon
the rope
entwines us
and binds us
hands and feet
as we set sail
for another land