The Dark Side

It’s cold on the dark side;

beyond the play of your warming rays,

this satellite of a satellite waits in vain.

The daily rise and set,

with promise of release and light

that tantalize,

but never pass the rim.

A pulse of energy is all,

we are none more than this;

some dying while others flare

with temporary brilliance.

An ember in fading orbit

trapped by the gravity of my love

and lost for ever

on your dark side.