On-the-brink Moon
The moon is still bleeding of you
On the brink of a new moon
And those stories we cannot tell
The act of living in the lifeworld
Maybe time is another time
Standing still on a very still night
You by the window sill holding a book
It is the memoir of your party
The lives lived in the lifeworld
Piece by piece time by time
On board of a distilled time
In the summer you abandoned summer
In the winter I kept think of you
The bloom is not a bloom without you
The bloom is not a bloom with you
All your ferns became stars in your hair
Can't wait to still think of you
Maybe you are stranding on another moon
Maybe the other moon recks of you
Days by days I see you but cannot see you
Days by days I contain you but cannot contain you
You were still painting the on-the-brink moon
March 2026
By Aran Meredith
