It has returned, stars now again visible – my angels’ eyes.
Last night, I marvelled again at the Perseids… The whole of the sky unveiled itself to my childlike eyes. I stood on the top step of my kitchen back door wrapped in my Shetland blanket.
Last year, I wrote a piece out of such experience, The Whole of the Sky.
asymmetric to Moon & Mars,
allegoric to northern night, as I’m waiting for flying rocks –
dust, tears, debris from a martyr since canonised
men don’t celebrate any more…
whose eye defies our depth of space…
and count each flash, elusive spark
and imagine God lights cigars with a more powerful lighter –
my Milky Way gone up in smoke as he burns wishes among stars…
He might feel luckier with a match,
blow a halo around the sun;
and draw a pen from my pocket to link each dot.
moment encapsulated in verse, then turned into song by Garden2Garden
Dusk is a Dame,
dressed to attract like a magnet,
metallic blue or just jet black,
my loneliness & my angels.
This sky’s in rags,
torn between flares around pale stars –
too weak to love,
cries to the Moon;
sister darkness hides all his scars.
She’s cold & damp,
waltzes with dreams –
drinks from the clouds…
like sunflowers in a bouquet;
dark at its heart;
a thousand eyes look down on me
as if to say
“you’re not alone”.
night is when you return to me;
your love and smile, all but a ghost –
song without words,
I need to feel, just not to see.
slide before dawn,
they feel so real.
© Nat Hall 2005
…All is quiet in Arcania.