so many starry
nights
in this usually fog-kissed
land!
sitting between
fire and prayer,
i watch the
unveiling....
tonight
a beginner crescent
moon
lilts
in the sky-arc –
the stars
bowing out
of her way
as she passes....
swirls of bats
dart
softly trilling,
through clouds of
glowing bugs –
their bites save
me....
on nights like this
one,
all the sky bodies
seem
to dance for the
earth....
(except for venus
beaming her silvergold
defiance!
she stands
resolute and steady
–
notwithstanding
her time to outglow
the moon and stars
and setting sun
numbers only tens
of minutes....)
i am transfixed
by the starshow
and venus
and the moon....
(time and miracles
merge
when sometimes
you stop
and
talk
to
stars....)
atmospheric water
uplights
into pastels so
deep and clear,
you could fall
right up into them –
and out into space
–
if you weren’t
careful....
this
is the miracle
of the black sun:
the time of glowing
after all hope of
warmth is lost....
of promise-filled
evenings
when fountains of
sparks appear
after one has
accepted
the death of
light....
i am living proof
of the survival of
dreams....
i carry the
evidence
of life’s
brutality....
i know myself alone
with the
mystery....
and led on by
its harbored
light....
(and in my
secret heart
i forever
dance with
stars....)
_________________
©2012
beth anne boardman
