Bring that brightest starlight
That it might light the way
Toward a better future
That when the stars at last can see us
They are pleased
Bring that brightest starlight
That it might light the way
Toward a better future
That when the stars at last can see us
They are pleased
When will the hoary shackles of
Life’s winter crack and fall?
When will I at last rise above
The muck that grounds us all?
When might the shadows of my thought
Recede as stars at dawn?
So that I’ll be that man I ought
To be, not one more pawn?
For what do I fret
When such riches lay at my feet?
The warmth of a fire,
The smells of a hot meal,
The noises of the beasts
And the words of a lover?
For what do I fret
When all I need, I have?
Looks like I owe you two poems today! Here’s the one for yesterday, very belated.
Sun through the window
On a cold winter’s morning
Life, like none other
It is with wariness I walk
Along this o’ergrown path
E’er watching in the shadows for
Vile biting, shadowed things
I have but one desire
Alas that it is not mine to keep
For I make not the winds
Nor the streams
That will carry you
I make not the destinies
That the Fates
Have written for us
Yet still I shall hold to you
For there is none else in the world
For me
So little else amid this world
Could give such peace to me
As I in your arms still and curled
I, stone; and you, the sea
In warmest waters
I find a home like none else
Where quiet lives free
Like a great standing stone
Is the wise man
Is the great man
Within me
Like the timbers
Of a ship’s hull
He braves seas
He braves storms
Yet so like the wind
Is that wise man
Is that great man
Within me
Who is ever-present
Yet ungraspable
One moment there
Then gone
I walk upon a dark and frozen lake
Beneath a sky bereft of stars and moon
And wondering if each next step I take
Will bring the plunging cold more near, more soon