Into the Stars

When I was still a hopeward boy,
I’d often dream of flight
Out past the clouds, into the stars,
And everlasting night.

I dreamed of beauty pure and cold,
And music in the spheres,
But destined I was not to be
Among the rocketeers.

The sun now bothers tired eyes,
The night I hold at bay;
The cycles of the earth go by,
I miss them, either way.

For now, I float in metaphors,
And live in seminars —
But cannot, even in my dreams,
Get back into

The stars

Aware

Half-frozen mud, cold bracing air
A wind that makes my neck aware
That leaves torn from the tree will die
These poor gray strays who tumble by

And like the ghostly light I seek
The morn recedes behind the line
Only of chance to risk a peek
At drifting lives
Like yours

And mine


 

(“Aware” – 11-19-2014)

Torn and Leaking

Her world is torn and leaking,
Every cloth and flag and pall —
She lays down on a bed of leaves
To think about it all

To think about it all, and find
She’s on a beaten track —
The world is like a carousel:
It always just comes back

It always just comes back, no matter
How far she goes, seeking:
And there’s not much for her to hold,
Her world is torn
And leaking

– this grief –

the lightest hand across your back,
or held within a deep embrace;
if i could join you in this grief,
i’d cross the coldest depths of any space

i know the light and dark are mixed,
our longest times are still so brief;
and though my love is poor, at best,
i’ll give you all i have to help this grief

the light and dark are mixed and we
must hide our eyes as at our birth;
but let me be a shield for you
if only for a moment on this earth —
if only for a moment on
this earth