Cares (the last poems : IV)

what cares the moon
for the hopeful songs
of her struck lovers?
bereft of breath
and cold is she,
or the stars
for forlorn wishes?
such entreaties
are but moments lost
among untold
eternities.

Stars

betray not the stars
for in the silent darkness
they are our counsel

No Marks

the gods leave no marks
but that which we paint
across the night’s infinity
thus their conception
from us within
has faith breeding crudulity

Evening Star

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.

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