From Dusk - Christine Owman

Saw the moon drop setting everything afloat

Shooting boulders, red as when your lips are cold

Empty oceans, your laughter echoes in the abyss

Stolen, your voice is stolen from the abyss

I feel stolen from the abyss

Sudden movement as red tides begin to run

Liberated from the pointing of its gun

Empty rivers grand as mountains touching skies

Under moonlight and the absence lights the dusk

They have learned to own that absence

Your words are the stars

Every movement is a thread, an anchor

Your words are the moon

Shreds of chords with unsown ground and fields

Your words are the sun

Every breath embraces empty spaces

Your words are the clouds

Absent minds fleeing feet and wings

Your words are the stars

Every movement is a thread, an anchor

Your words are the moon

Every breath embraces empty spaces

Your words are the sun