Swimming through the universe, one light-year at a time.

Swimming through the universe, one light-year at a time.
NCG 4631 "The Whale Galaxy"

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

May

But I was weary during the month of May.
And though the coming of summer
spread light by the promise of change,
Those dead flames contained
a harrowing quality. And the memory of thee
however far, still haunting.
So when I heard those four walls call,
almost deafening in their song:
harping, harping
grating upon my soul. I know
much of what I'd thought been freed,
was, in fact, still enclosed.
I wasn't afraid to face the old
I was afraid the old would resurface
within the new.

1 comment:

athJonan said...

(in response)
to what heights ascendeth beauty
windows on a storming sea
and falling soft as downy sleep
silken strands so fiery
such music to a weary ear
soothing notes of laughter
that glittering joy follows after
kisses the air to clear