Tuesday, May 27, 2014

The Recording

 
 
The stars went round in circles tonight,
trying to grasp one an other's hands,
forgetting their distances.
They made a movie in the sky for me.
A silent.
I watched and waited for the music to fill in the pauses.
It did, silently,
from my memories of twenty years ago.
When I pretended to be a starlet.
And you the hero I hadn't met until yesterday.
You, the face, all fuzzy in my thoughts, coming in clear now.
Close now.
Not smeared, like the lights in the sky.
My lens caught you and kept you for me
to watch whenever I want.
Despite our distances.
 
 


Sunday, May 4, 2014

The Nightbird

The Nightbird
 
 
The sounds he creeks out,
I wonder if they are out of fear or love.
repeat
repeat
repeat
three times for her
three times for instinct
three times for me.
He didn't know it was for me too.
But I was listening
when others were not looking.
I was making his beauty into a memory of mine.
He is silent now,
but here is where I keep his song.
Until the morning,
when the dew washes away thirst.