where to flies my evening star
she is the very muse to me
I know not her constellation
nor how is set her galaxy
but above all heaven’s host
her light sings in poetry
celestial and beauty boasts
that jewel of twilight’s rosary.
stars
Clear Skies
I let the stars speak to me
not in cryptic platitudes
nor trite generality
but as the forebears
who in days before time
had set us on our journey
with such shining expectation,
And in these clearest skies
silent as eternity
in unheard songs
of such sweet clarity
they sometimes scold
and oft direct my failings
but mostly they just weep.
Stars (V)
dare not deny them
it is told our fates lie there
waiting in the void
Stars (IV)
we herald stars from earthbound hearts
and under them does all life play
to guide its ways by silent charts
fixed a million years away.
whether to lovers or the lost
their glow reflect all man’s desires
imbued by them as heaven’s host
celestial unending fires.
Stars (III)
the gods are burning
and show to us their cold fire
through eternity
Stars (II : Northern Cross)
where doth thou fly
oh sacred bird of Ptolemy
and bare you too
my prayers upon
your pearl-ed wings
toward that new horizon?
Stars (I)
on such crystal nights
when our sister hides her face
we wonder at the stars
Stars
the stars inside us
shame the very universe
endless is our night
Night Sky
ten thousand diamond histories
shining in the sky
each one long forgotten
before it finds my eyes
nothing clouds the truth tonight
against firmament’s black
these tales are old,
and all gone cold
in this heaven’s almanac.
5-7-5 (take one-hundred-and-forty-five : the cosmic joke)
stars hide behind clouds
and gathering together
they laugh at mortals
