Planets will shine with a steady light.
Too much in the sun to see anything
any less bright.
Stars will twinkle 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 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 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.
WAS:
ReplyDeletePlanets 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.