There is a stirring in my soul tonight

the bright

sun that glorified the day with gold

is gone. Now hangs a blueness on the air

a rare

and melancholic drift my thoughts enfold

 

I cannot resist (my heart unsure)

the lure

of time-marked memories of days long past

when everything was possible, if dreamed

It seemed

the stars were mine to reach

my world was vast

 

Gone may be the days of gold desire

the fire

of youth, but twilight is a velvet clime

If stars have spurned

my too-short reach perhaps

mayhaps

I’ll find new joys

in this soft blue twilight time

#Aging #Melancholic

Caught in a dream

they clutch at the light

beyond the edges of dark

 

They search for answers

with small flutterings:

Who was it, really,

who lived this life?

 

Hands speak the unspoken

the silent questions pile up

like uncollected mail

 

Browning like pages

from an ancient book

they fold

fragile as moth wings

 

Dried leaves

falling through the night

 

#OldAge #Aging

On frosted window

early light—dawn striking sun pearls

It’s Christmas morning

 

#Christmas #ChristmasPoetry

 

 

They came from over the mountain

From the Far Land

And they said:

We’re the only ones left

We’ve traveled a great distance

and the way was rough

We saw the lights in your castle

The bridge over the moat

was down and unguarded

so we came in

We hope you will welcome us,

And we did.

#Refugees #Immigrants #Celebrate Immigrants Day

 

Naked with fear,

Terror-cold in the doorway,

You cried:

Save me!

 

Light struck the blade

And blood stained the night

 

You cried:

Save me!

 

But we passed you by.

 

There’ll be no peace for us

No matter how we try

We never knew

Our hearts so shriveled dry

Until we passed you by.

#ViolenceAgainstWomen #Shame

What do we know

of circumstance

of falling lights

or sunlight’s glance?

 

Do unfound galaxies

yet measured dance?

Did Beethoven hear

the unheard sound?

 

Must our world

forever be by reason bound

and all be tied inexorable

to our limited reality?

 

Where, then, is joy to be found?

 

What do we know

of circumstance

of Time’s slow story,

history’s advance,

mysteries

and surprise of chance?

 

What, now do we really know

of circumstance?

 

#Knowledge #WhatDoWeKnow

You wandered where I could not go

And followed ways I did not know,

But you were mine—not long ago—

A maid so mild.

When you first turned toward distant flow

Of waters wild,

I searched for you where poppies grow,

Where dark shapes rise and cold winds blow.

Beloved child

 

Time passed. Love taught me how to cope:

So now I pray and now I hope

That one day soon from far-off roam

You’ll turn again and come back home.

#MotherLove #EstrangedChild

Blood Brother

listen!

Hear our lonely steps as they glide

down the ghostly moccasin trail

near the grasses of echo place

in the crystal depths of the waters

of beautiful mountain,

seek us

O Pale-faced Brother!

Follow us

through the forest of fire

where songbirds dream

of vanished dustwing flights

O, find us!

when twilight smokes silently spire

above high cold canyon walls

and long ice night haunted with hope,

send shrilling coyote calls

into the wilderness of memory

At dawn when the winds thrum

through carved stone cathedrals

and the copper spirit sun

comes drumming upon the land

Blood Brother

search for us yet

through the desert day

into the savage sunset

#AmericanIndian #NativeAmericaHeritageDay

The star that took to flight

has left the sky all black

How goes the dream tonight?

 

When suns burn out and light

is spent and life gone slack

what remains is blight

and loss and bitter lack

How goes the dream tonight?

 

A useless nightmare rite

pursues by lightless track

the star that took to flight

 

No telescope can sight

no passionate plea call back

our star that took to flight

How goes the dream tonight?

 

#Mourning #ElegyPoem

Grant me,

O, Lord, the grace

to look beyond the dark

to see into Thy world of love

and light