You are as unattractive as uncharted oceans
and undiscovered clearings in virgin forests:
Wild, beautiful, and terrifyingly new.
There is no escape from you my dear.
Even if the earth should turn itself
away from your face,
your light still smiles down on it,
sometimes a sliver of silver,
sometimes a mouth wide open,
but always aglow with the stars.
Oh no. I can feel it coming again, like the sudden gust of cold wind and the quick creeping of a dark, heavy raincloud.