The Wordless Stars and the Empty Sky
As the light fades to golden, the daily gift
Of dusk that gently ends a sunny day
Gilds everything with a nostalgic glow
The blue sky gives way
Slowly, in a reluctant letting-go
As if parting with its beloved
With a slight ripping of the heart
To know true darkness.
For in the absence of the sun
The day ceases its existence.
Only elsewhere is it day anymore.
The sky, bereft its solar glow
Waits while only distant stars
And the remembrance candle moon
Mitigate what otherwise would be isolation.
Anything but a sky might feel desperation.
For, though fair, celestial beauties spare no heat
For the far removed and incomplete.
Releasing the hand of my beloved
I watch the light slowly fade from these illusions
Leaving them as transparent as I
Walking these empty ways, seeking
In vain the warmth I dreamt.
Twinkling in perception’s vaulted dark
Unreachable bright pin points mark
A fake sky where sadness clung and passion burned
And the world made every appearance that it turned.
Content in mysteries, I’ll not ask why
From the wordless stars and empty sky.