SONG FOR
THE SKIES.
I would
I wish
I could
I must
I cannot.
Though, if not,
may I have only
this last glance?
Glimpses into dual starlight, twinkling
milky effervescence with
rings
Of infinite, sonorous brown, towards
deep black holes which
cling,
To these imagined night skies,
I utter my utter soft words
The sun in my closed eyes,
I
dream a dream of stars and hurt
Your skies have met my eyes.
