Changing Geologies

A cooling wind scurries around my heart that now feels like a cratered Idaho landscape, volcanic lava erupts and leaves crater rings where once there were two breathing as one. These are now leftover deposits like you and me. This geology change may never sustain the arm, the hand of friendship that bridges the future, the past, and the present. And maybe it doesn't now really belong. Oh, how dark is this punctured outpost in the deepest corner of my heart it's as though a leaden curtain has drawn and left an eternal shadow that was once- ever so green, beautiful, golden, and virginal. But now, without you, it's as dead and barren as the petrified moon.