Starlight

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Every mirror

Reflects the ghost of you,

Staring back at me through narrowed eyes,

Beseeching me to follow you down –

Wide is the road, or so it has been said –

Down into Hell,

Down into oblivion and abandon,

Down into the darkest depths

Of my heart and my soul,

Upon which the sun

Is always setting

And whose waters

I am forever failing to tread.

 

The glassy surface of the lake

Shows a different side of you, though,

Wide-eyed and radiant –

Exactly as you were,

When the world was young,

And so were we.

 

I will drown, either way;

Tis a fitting end,

Says that part of me

That burnt up, and was burnt down,

By the starlight

I found, shining, in the blinding brightness

That didn’t strike me

Until after I’d gazed into your eyes

For the last time

In a lifetime.

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Another Cloudless Morn

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Another cloudless morn,

The drops of dew glistening

In the pre-dawn light

Of the streetlamps standing sentinel high above us.

There is mist o’er the place

Where sand and shore are united once more,

Where blue meets gold as if for the first time;

Indeed, the sun will unfailingly rise,

Tomorrow, and very likely the day after, too,

And the dew will glisten,

And the waves will roar,

And I will be older

By far.

On Poetry

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Poetry

Is anything and everything,

Save for silent.

Yes,

It is the silence that falls,

Irredeemable,

In the wake of your greatest defeat.

It is also the silence

That comes afterwards,

In every quiet moment thereafter.

It is especially

The hush that falls over the world

After they are done applauding

Your first and final act of greatness.

 

And Poetry Herself?

She is a shy and subtle muse, yes,

Beautiful enough to outshine Venus

Any night,

And you can find her in the stars,

Somewhere between

The myriad hopes and dreams of humankind,

And the spilt-milk galaxy of longing

That resides within our collective souls.

 

But she is never silent.

She burns, burns, burns,

Brighter than any star,

And so long as there has been life

In this lonely, sprawling universe,

She has been singing her anthem

Across the ages.

 

I hear her;

Can you?

Lost to Me

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I know you exist,

Somewhere in the haze of my memory,

And I watch you through the thickening fog,

Swirling past the gaps borne of the years that separate us,

Gathering between me and my gallery of ghosts,

The people I left behind,

Those relationships that ended at the gallows,

And those that still haunt me.

 

But here’s to you, you whose name I don’t remember,

You who are lost to me,

You whom the fog has swallowed, entire,

Never to surface again

In imperfect memory;

Maybe I still dream of you;

I wouldn’t know,

For when I close my eyes to think of you,

It is just the mask of the past I see,

Lonely and completely, utterly lost to me.

 

Forgive me;

I have forgotten you.