I Am Listening

the sun fades to nothing

above our private canopy,

until I can barely see you

in the gloom -

despite there being one

hammock for us both. 

as the embers crinkle

and crackle,

spit and sputter their

final utterances,

darkness truly descends. 

your breathing slows

next to mine

as the sibilant wind

serenades us,

susserous in the stillness. 

limbs creak and groan,

sagging under the weight

of the new moon,

grasping at scintillating stars,

pin-pricks of celestial grandeur

woven into the night.

la luna, she sleeps -

a phoenix to be reborn

as we toil underneath.

a symbol of hope and rebirth,

a sigil in the sky, a sign

that everything ends,

and will begin again.