Devotion in the absence of Stars

i crave the Stars
mimicking the tears i cannot see
i left Her not by choice though
i have forgotten many of Her subtleties
which are in the waning Moon which silently shouts
yet refuses to answer except as i phase
as She feasts on my own carrion
and asks me to lose in affirmation of Her imminent infinity
if i listen

i love Her because my love, Her love is fleeting
not between presence and absence, rather
presence in the gaze of Her eyes
absence in the cloak of night
my love for Her is fleeting
as the quiver of fire
as the cutting wind
as the turmoil in the depths of the sea
as the brilliance of the Stars which i saw
but have long since burned
and the nebulae which cradle my soma

i love Her through and past the absence of these Stars
a true absence for i can see neither Her tears nor Her shroud
they instead strip Her naked and clothe Her in their obfuscating light
for they cannot imagine Her except in their buildings, their cities,
while the tombs, the sepulchres, the joyous places of
Her body devoured by the Raven yet living flesh
are cut down and forgotten 
by they who know nothing of her embrace nor demands
of her adoration nor her loss
who want the simplicity of a sky devoid of sight

She is my Mother, i Her hidden face
craving the waxing Moon
to touch as a penitent coming to a priestess or
a sibling coming to an ever-changing lover
missing