28 November 2010

Double Star

Looking out the back window
on leaves dusted with the silver
November moon like a polished dime

They skitter and frolic in the wind
while the heart spins with them
and the eyes track the sky

Taurus, the Seven Sisters and Orion
his belt a beacon, and a question,
begged by a soul beset with doubts

Is it true? Is it real, a twin system
of incandescences can survive together
even in hard vacuum all around?

Because this system is twinned no longer,
second light spun into interstellar black,
The first now dimmer, poorer, colder.

1 comment:

  1. My words are crude,like two-by-fours and bricks. I wield them in clumsy ignorance, sullying your poetry, striving to prove that hard vacuum though it is, connections still exist. And, um, you write good.


"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."

-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

Tell me what is in your heart...