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Thursday, December 25, 2014

Wander

Planets will shine with a steady light.
Too much in the sun 
to see anything
any less bright.

Stars will t
winkle and wink at us,
because they know the universe 
is not empty. 

As dawn comes on, Venus 
is shorn of all her symbolism,
sure as this i
s Christmas morn.
And it is

cold.
But I
at least am warm
for this time of year, and
dressed to be born.

Is there anything left

to cross these vast gaps?

In a world made new each
year and night, where
 the star
you see twinkle so merrily,
easily - may have died
dead ages ago, and you
too 
will die.

Having hung your most desperate
wish 
upon it. Too late 

for either of you. 

Just take the light 
you get by eyes. 

Let the mind behind 
tie it bright to bind 
'til you wonder no 
more:

be a wanderer. 

You might as well may, 
as if 
you could see. 
Here's Venus 
again. 

Say hi to her. 

1 comment:

dogimo said...

WAS:

Planets will shine with a steady light, too much in the sun

to see anything any less bright. Stars
Twinkle and wink at us, because they know the universe

is not empty.
As dawn comes on, Venus

is shorn of all her symbolism, as sure as this

Is Christmas morn. And it is cold. But I at least am warm

for this time of year, and dressed to be born. Is there anything left
to cross such vast gaps?

In a world made new each year, where
that star you see twinkle so merrily, so easily
May have died, ages ago and you too

will die, having hung your most desperate wish upon it.