Saturday, June 3, 2017

Sorrow and Stars

Last light is leaping from hill to hill
spilling like liquid from an upset cup, 
A golden haze spreading o'er rock and rill
until, until, until the valley has its fill
and the glory thins and wavers and is taken up

The clouds' creamy bronze hues drain clear, 
drop by drop—suddenly they run ashen grey
in an eye-blink, in the drip of a tear
giving way to darkness, uncertainty, and fear
as the sunset darkens and turns fey

A stab of pain blooms to full grown ache
with the dimming of day and the coming night;
sorrow saps hope, makes dreams break
swooping in the moment that light forsakes
the rim of the earth, reminding us of our plight

Amidst our sadness, star eyes open with a wink,
sweeping our thoughts toward vaulted skies—
there is beauty beyond woe, we are led to think
as argent gems pressed on velvet cause us to blink
and shake silver sorrows from our eyes