Who nailed my life to the night sky?
Who made me a watchtower of naked light
In the middle of the black sea ?
With memories frozen into my face since dawn
and words rumbling like thunder among unfearing stars.
I am like that stranded boat on a snowy winter beach.
Without luggage, without pilling threads
I collect deconstructed rubies like red stormlights
From fishing trawlers.
How everything must wander so nonchalantly
Through me I question
Not just the traces of you, but the entire debris
Of unfearing stars
Shattering in the enormity of the sun.
It doesn’t matter if you have frail,
Frozen hands, or that your veins
Have turned blue from shoveling
Too much frost.
Your soul is a reindeer
Finding light to nourish
Your heart, even if it is,
Like lichen, hidden
Under layers of hardened
Soon winter will deepen
Making the familiar unrecognizable
And you will have to walk
in the dark for a while
Until the blue valleys of dawn
Shines away the nocturnal land.
But never forget,
The lamp you were born carrying
Needs no dawn to chase away
It is the secretive month,
The month where everything is hidden,
Even the light.
Some may mourn its absence,
I go chasing after it,
Looking for its hiding places.
And there is something about
The shy, the humble
The hard to get
That makes it so much more
A naked night
Wind playing in wildweeds
A waning moon
Darkness like Whittled ice
On the eaves
A robin whistling sorrowfully
In the blue woods.
A naked night
Black eyes looking
At your heart
In the snow.
Are the only thing glowing.