Mi Lascio

I learnt tonight from a book on astronomy
that certain stars are the oldest
and near to extinction... Grateful for the news
I opened the window
and looked for the youngest star... But I could see
only clouds when someone's mean laugh
(like the wind howling in a crematorium chimney)
drove me to find
a star in interstellar space
as dawn was breaking...

O my love, how shall we love and not despair,
how be desperate and wise at the same time?