Ashfall darkens the day, but at night
It softens and scatters the moon- and
street-light.
It, moment by moment, grows thick on
the ground
'Til it softens not only the light, but
the sound
Of tentative footfalls, taken with risk
Through a landscape that soon will be
barren and brisk.
I want to walk with you, hand in hand
Through a nuclear winter wonderland.
You're my beauty when skies strangle
every flower,
My sweet when the skies turn the
vintner's work sour.
But even if it's the last thing I ever
do,
I burn to share an apocalypse with you.
