the black sun

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....)

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©2012

beth anne boardman