Friday Poetry Fest
We are lost in the darkness
Eternity so relentless
and yet so fleeting
the autumn constellations
like the sparkle of snow
Dreaming
drifting
as milk wagons from a bygone era
as milk wagons from a bygone era
on nightbound roads
moving ceaselessly in search
of a vanished dawn
The sleeping forest
crisp and cold
a jewel in the moonlight
Night planes
spiraling stars
deer snorting in the underbrush
Atum spills his seed across the firmament
the great nebula of Andromeda
we need only believe in mysteries
Our campfire
like the summer
fades to glowing embers
Eternity so relentless
and yet so fleeting
springs and autumns flash by
slipping wordlessly away
And we
like stars on water
drifting seaward
In the awe-filled silence
