Solemn Glade By Moonlight

It was in your absence the root flowered into the air, throwing it's palms wide through the broadening axis, and the years watered the whole, so that earth slipped it's clay tor in smoothing atolls of descending scales,

And the moon was perched in precarious revelries upon the bower, lips pursed in witness of these slow resurrections, magnitudes of forces oscillating their burgeoning atoms within a cone dropped from the crookening arm, it's tawny peninsula reached out into the star ocean, fingers unfurling in their nascent poise,

In your absence, all bifurcations close their inevitable circumlocutions into this womb, so that the forearm greets it's cousin in a mottled brow, russet where the sunlight zephyrs lay their guillotine blades upon the fibers, as all creation counts down it's hours in the growth and reaving of it's labours