I woke up prematurely
In the most agreeable way
Three sweetly-laden platters
A black forest, a mousse, a cheesecake
And as I dressed for work
I still wanted to believe
Sadly, my empty stomach
Proved the cakes were just a dream
I woke up prematurely
In the most agreeable way
Three sweetly-laden platters
A black forest, a mousse, a cheesecake
And as I dressed for work
I still wanted to believe
Sadly, my empty stomach
Proved the cakes were just a dream
Were you not that primrose light
That followed me every morn
And lit my path among the rocks
That spanned from shore to shore
I might have forgotten, darling
Your lithe and lilting form
What curves of cheek and ankle
Threads of perfume through a storm
But even now you are before me
And the promise within your eye
Carries me from ship to harbor
While the rocks lie far behind
She could have been just a stitch of light
Between contrails and non-baryonic life
But under Delphinus she caught his eye
And he saw mountains in which to wander
Time spaced them countless parsecs apart
The sway of a laugh refracted from afar
But dilation made of her smile a star
And he knew he would always wander
I was shut out of heaven
Always searching for
Something as blithe as sweet
Just as crisp as ripe
And as smooth as breathing
I cast off uneasy roads
And travelled for the light
Never thinking I was circling
Back to a steep and craggy rise
From early in my journey
An alabaster stair, aglow
As I had not recalled
Goodness, not severity
Succor rather than burdens
And love in lieu of need
Then I felt a pang, as touching
That once-patient stair
Steps lengthened into vapour
A closed and ever-farther shore
That I had scorned to sail
I was shut out of heaven
And I remain, remembering
The worthy paths I left unwalked
The blessings poorly counted
And all that I could have been
“You’re still young” they say
Not
“You’re young”
That’s how I know
I am older than I should have been
When he left me
Ulendra, there is something
I must speak with
The Captain
Observe the protocols;
There is nothing for 40 lightyears
And so the Captain is not
To be disturbed
He will like to hear this, I know
Only overlook my going and
Humour your fellow cosmonaut
On this ship, I estimate
83 per cent of human honesty is met
With lack of self-knowledge
Disguised as humour
Ulendra, you are being
Tiresome, the most
Contrary being for parsecs
So you have said before
But patience is not rewarded,
Nor help at the end of patience
So turn around
I’ll speak to the Captain
Later
You realize that, don’t you
Perfectly. And I see that
My resilience will outlast yours
For the stars of Andromeda
Heed no passing meteors
Where infinity fades fuzzy
As an impressionist’s paintbrush
And time wrestles with gravity
To pull us off into the dusk
Our longings will be nothing
Nor paralysis of choice
But birds to catch unerring
Familiar fleets to be rejoined
We will sample secret pleasures
And journey where we never spoke
Carve bowsprits from fallen feathers
In between the brushstrokes
And I will hoard your laughter
Your warm, admiring eye
Before the canvas darkens
And at last I say goodbye
poetry for the soul
giving myself a good talkin to
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