Cloudless night and I open a window
to hear the ocean. I am warm; I have had
a dream of you. The stars are
countless as flour sifted on to black
velvet. I see the Little Dipper
and now and then meteorites shower
over the water to the northeast.
One star blinks.
And from it I measure all others.
This Cepheid is my reference point;
the magnitude constant night after night.
I wonder what my eyes refract,
what they reflect:
the meteorite streaks, the geometric
Ursas, the pulsing star which draws near,
spawns other lights, red and white,
and roars over the house
towards
or plane blinks in its place,
only the void
of my loneliness. I ponder
the finite set of variables
I sought answers from and watched them
fall away into some ironic cloud
that is no black hole
just a separate flight.
2 comments:
nice poem, i love lookin at the stars. ther was a full moon ere a couple 'o days ago an i was out in it, lovely lit up the whole place. u reminded me of it cuz a friend commented that the moon was reflectin in me eyes.
its a nice poem, kinda mysterous. i like that. can i ask ya a question, have u ever got help from the moon an stars? they dnt reply to me.
anyways, cheer up will ya, i dnt like ta tink yer lonely. bye ;)
Oi!!!
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