northstar has shifted
moons scattered, orbits have slid
the ocean's heart
has skipped a beat
and then another...
november's new moon
dried by the fruit of the mosel
the lutzerath churchbell
chimes relentlessly
evoking the sanctity
of a once familiar union
224 new moons
swell towards full, then
scatter and slide...
where are you my Love...
where am I?