On Morna's Boulevard

I watched us flicker then ignite
as if the moon fell from the sky
into our arms, held like a new born
love, all squall and need, bright
with loony hope. We bloomed in day.
Time unfolded flowers, petal palms
cupped warmth, then grown heavy
with the reign of deeds and hours
drooped to a drowse that afternoon,
curled wiser at the edge of gloom,
no less love, but gardens deep
with knowing, fell beneath twilight,
where she fades like sun, dimmer.

Line 1: darkmaas, Boulevard
Line 13: Wicked Eve, Morna's Last Room