Such Divergent Ways

The snow had freshly fallen,

making sidestreets look that way.

Remembrance of a softer time,

of love and joyous day.

We walked along that rocky path

still hoping for some meaning,

a light to pierce our sullen eyes

which could not bear the bleeding.

Then brilliantly that painted sky

with philosophies so cunning,

sang melodies of passersby

with coats, a look so stunning.

But theory pushed and time blew harder,

so we waved farewell on golden water.

That light that blinded eager eyes

was nowhere found in those gray skies.

So we cast our lots and parted ways

in separate ships, on separate days.

And as we passed I glimpsed that dream

of fallen snow and wayward schemes.

When thrice the summer sun had died,

and finally our two ships arrived,

our weary eyes met on that day,

but as we passed we looked away.

For we both knew the reason why;

you had changed, and so had I.

And as we know there is no place

for two with such divergent ways.

O come sweet love

and haste that day

when long lost friends

come home to stay.

A Sigh of a Star

Doubtless, for some, in an
explosion of music and brief words,
God made the stars, galaxies and
universes, dimensions unknown. And
now we, somewhere in between, look in

a direction we consider up, and are
astounded by the imprint of
these words on the sky. Perhaps
we look upon the works of that
abstract God with a sigh. If I lived

in a space less polluted with
incandescent light poles, I would on
clear nights—having, too, never known
electricity—stare sleepless at the pierced
darkness and story something wonderful.

But alas I’m spoiled with the knowledge
of combustion, and in flashes of keen
aloofness, the gasses of the stars, beautiful,
frighten me, for the lengths some go
to harness on our small globe celestial

energy, all the while allowing the doses
of cupcakes to finitely take residence
in what some have come to consider
deteriorating soul storage units, what some
think to be mere matter of physiology.

Stars, mind this, you are alluring,
you point to some beyond, but today
we need to hear a new song and recite
a new verse, something erupting from within
a still burning, some more final word of

creation, some silence, deep, honestly
voiced breath, quiet and open, unassuming,
conversing not informing.