It Doesn’t Matter Anymore

It doesn’t matter anymore,
The “she” that once was everything;
It doesn’t matter anymore:
It’s time for what the new days bring.

It doesn’t matter anymore:
The plans, the dreams, the arguments;
It doesn’t matter anymore:
For she is gone, to all intents.

It doesn’t matter anymore,
The words that don’t add up to jack;
It doesn’t matter anymore:
There is no point in looking back —

It doesn’t matter anymore,
But I’m still grieving, I confess:
For she does not care anymore,
And I do not care any

Less

{ her Northern Star }

She lost her northern star,
Her sense of right, her guide through troubled space;
And now, no magic night can make
The aching sky less empty

She lost her northern star,
Her secret light, her why, her life and grace:
She’s lost amidst the stellar dust
And all the laughter of

The cognoscenti

Soft The Rain Falls

Soft the rain falls
On a little girl’s dreams
As the windows streak with tears

For the mother and father she barely had:
The ghost of her Mama, the voice of her Dad —
Before she came here to be told, “don’t be sad”
In this impassive place

Still the rain beats
On the roof overhead
As her mind jumps past the years

To a festive wedding with her the bride;
Lovely, with her Daddy there by her side –
But she can’t make the face out – the love, the pride –
Nor see her Mama’s tears

Sad the wind blows
From the far mountain streams
To join with her in her plea

Soft the rain falls
On a little girl’s dreams
With nobody there
To see

Here It Is

Grief,
The guest we never want,
Who will not leave

Is not an academic thing,
Nor is he quite reducible
By words

For there is no reality
That’s greater than
What can’t be touched again

And here it is:
Another sunset, meaningless
Within this strange and empty

Vantage-point

I Knew Them When

I knew them when
The fields were gold,
And hours filled
With guiltlessness

I knew them on
Their wedding day:
In youth, with all
Its weightlessness —

I knew them in
The times before:
The sunset walks,
And reveries —

I knew them when
There was a them,
And more than tears

And memories

… kites across the sky

in rows, the kites across the sky,

the families running, side-by-side;

the spring has come, with all its warmth,

the freeze has gone away, and died

 

as i, the watcher, go my way,

and whisper, looking back, “goodbye,”

for all i lost when you detached

and joined the other kites

across

 
the sky