I seem to be on a roll with these poems of late. It’s kind of like eating bacon and watching horror – something I binge on and then walk away for awhile. Poetry seems to get under my skin, sometimes like a warm bath and other times like a thorn that won’t go away.
I never knew
A constant in the night sky
pulsing bright against the blackness of my life.
Just a dream
filling the lens,
burning hope into my soul.
Passion I never knew
I don’t know how to live without.
Night is the hardest
when the stars are out.
the double cluster of Perseus,
the rings around Saturn.
Photographs of my memories
I don’t even know
what cosmic storm blew us
and scattered us like debris
in the tail of a comet.
Frozen rocks hurled through space
I keep waiting for you to build
a bridge across the black
You’re the theorist, you dream big.
I’m only an architect with plans.
But maybe we’re supposed to build the bridge