half a poem

The Calming Stars

What stagnant noise this dark unrest
that beats poor time within my breast
and drums such dirges in my thoughts
but misery and woe to court,
‘tid then the night sky I survey
and silent prayers I do relay…

    “oh stars, far stars let me seize
     your calm reflection for its ease,
     which does reliant heavens place
     a silent truth, eternal grace”

and quiet may I gain from there
which sets to rest the loud despair.


let the scarlet dreams evolve
beyond the bonds of your repose
to take hold of your consciousness
and their hues on it impose
for red is passion primary
and paints desires in true design
so fired senses must not sleep
but burn the brush of every line
in the hold of wakefulness
when every stroke enflames the skin
to blush in roses bloody tones
and therefore not be kept within.