The secret discourse between the sky and earth

The crimson scar
Upon the mauve horizon
All that remains
Of the passing day

The night that came
To take its place
Brought the chill whisper
Of the winter rain

The cold upon the skin of earth
Shudders the world and veils the sky in manic sorrow
The light dies fast in the months of winter
And long the nights are beneath the crawling fog

Upon the window speckled with raindrops
The hand grows cold against the misty glass
Beyond the threshold of the warm abode
There is but rain and mist and darkness

Put out the light and lock the door behind
Step into the raging midnight storm
And let the rain stream down you face and arms
Raise up your gaze towards the unseen stars

The secret discourse between the sky and earth
Resounds through damp the hills and woods
If one was to but listen, soon
They would perceive its hidden power

The simple speech
That is the most profound
Of absolutes
In universal tongue

Malice and beauty
Move as one
They slash and tear at the tall wet grass

Stand in a field and feel it scourge and hiss
Hear it howl all around you
Cold skin and flailing hair cast
The futile droplets into the sea on high
Who is to question the tenebrous sky ?
A raving madman and a fool
The mad abandon of the elementals truly
Is clarity among a self-made chaos

This night a shameless privy to
The secret discourse between the sky and earth
And if the hungry flood has not
Devoured the home-bound path
Carry you a memory
Of mist and storm
That let up come the break of dawn
Carry yourself home to sleep and dream of this.