I
The city spread below me jeweled by the night
its soft stars lit-a-million among the sleeping and awake
coursed on broadening avenues like a watershed of light
that pulsed and pooled and called all divers in
I descended from the western hills leaning
as I traveled toward that ocean’s edge
then waded into the huddled multitude
dry from my mountain-far retreat
What would I find?
Not wind – not silence of the mind
but a certain spinning revelry
a dance of hopes and veiled unveiled desire
The constant watchfulness of lights
as though their colors mirrored in my glance
the vault of heaven that circles all of us
and shares the solitude of our embrace
The gathered lamps’ many-hued harmonies
disconceal beneath their canopies this passing couple
that weaving bacchanal with its laughter lit
or the purr of lovers – the short stories – the long silences
What I would find I found
before I ever touched the ground.
“Day to Night“, by 55Laney69 @ DeviantArt.com
II
Home again the morning light
refracted in the passing stream
is a rush of stars that washed away
an evaporating dream
The woodpile waits for evening’s fire
the gentle breeze whispers Spring
while hilltop clouds and birds conspire
to finish my imagining.
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