passing in the night

I have awakened from a dream of you at this ungodly hour

With words upon my lips and in my mind,

Declarations pending, liminal in style

But yours to me and these are what I find.

Words upon the surface with a core that runs below,

Unhallowed, but hollowed from a mine,

Checked for flaws and riddled

But diamond in their worth,

Hesitant but sight-giving to one blind.

In darkness of the pits and night,

Stars call to the soul,

Dazzle first, cause disarray

Then guide as days of old.

Sought among the heavens

Above, seven plough’d beneath,

Expressed in words that sigh with guilt,

Extend such brief relief.

Buried deep in grounds around

And painted in the skies

The words are writ in diamond dust,

Sparkled in the eyes.

Such are those that woke my sleep

And furnish here you see

But spoken not from my lips,

Such were yours to me.

Passed along from in my dreams,

That caused a smile to reach

For instrument that tortures yet

Brings to words thoughts breached.

Pivotal this hour of night

On unsuspecting soul.

Dismiss as fit but know, while dreamt,

Yours words made my heart whole.

Star Musing

What tales are told in stars above,

How reflected here below,

What light extinguished in that plane,

Here leaving remnant glow

 

What universes stretch beyond,

Expand imagination,

What heavenly bodies once foretold

Splutter conflagration

 

How to attest our ignorance

Even as we learn

To reach beyond with minds, machines

Unto skies for which we yearn

 

How best to seize this knowledge

And such wonders so profound,

To be among the source of life,

Feet harnessed to the ground

 

How infinite the galaxies

From atom so compressed,

Energy empowered such

Thus our world is blessed.

 

What power so held by mighty force

That crushed one atom then

Created all, watched it expand

Source from way back when

 

A spot of dust became so vast

By massless, weightless form

Light from light eternal

Is this how we were born?

Dance in Light

Dust sparkled particles

Of life long gone

Dance aimlessly, catching

In sunlight,  a throng,

Flittering, fluttering,

Teasing my eye

Alive once again, motes caught

In rays from the sky.

Like fairies they seem,

Too tiny to test

For wishes. Don’t trap them,

Their freedom is best.

Lightly, balletically,

They twirl and suspend there

Till sun’s rays abate

And darkness descends where

Life has been gaily portrayed

In a dance

Of light-infused feeling

Caught in my glance.