His Star.
I chased this evening
evening\'s fade in sunset clouds,
silver tin-foiled filigree
tied to grey-as-granite mountains.
Tinted skirts of hazy
daytime\'s late farewell lit night\'s
ballooning moon parade
displayed as fire on quiet shoreline.
Invasive scarlet-swathe
hued day\'s best forgotten noon
when darker stronghold\'s rain
rolled dust into cascades of gloom.
Drifted with waning sky\'s
azure came memory\'s beams,
pain-shot their spotlighting
shadows still haunting my dreams.
Yet I chased tonight
night\'s demons away by love\'s
recall when I saw brighter
his star winking at me from above.
We of the motely crowd
rush around life,
gagged and sightless,
suffused with knots
of ambitious
callings yet
stirred by nothing
of more import
than prevarication.
We of the duty-bound
many should
shake off the cloy,
strip habits
of clock-watching that
frustrated by
hearing only the ego
thinks narrow
a shield behind which
lies respectability.
We of the handed down
attitude toward
ordered lifestyle should
take a leap
through the structured
see that time
is for taking to reshape
pride in playing
and thus gain resilience.
We of the flagrant belief
in self-freedom
should try it and see.