NPM: Constant as Galaxies

Oh if I could tether you

To me like the moon in orbit

If my gravity could draw you

Into a never-ending dance

Intoxicating and inexorable

Constant as galaxies

If our love had the lifespan of a star

Its radiance could blaze on 

For millennia

And once it had flickered out

A distant planet would still see its glow

Distant lovers would still meet under its light

Thousands of years after we had passed

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NPWM Day 22: Lantern

This morning, when I went to get in my car

in the empty parking spot next to it

lay an orange paper lantern

the kind you set fire inside

and the heat billows within the tissue paper

to make it rise, glowing and magical

into the empty night sky

 

In the light of day

it lay there crumpled on its side

the breeze gently moving it

so that it looked like it was breathing

inhale, exhale

panting softly on the ground

after its one glorious flight

 

The wick inside it had burned to ash

The paper sides of the lantern

were streaked black from the flames

Its orange flanks rose and fell

like a horse ridden too hard

until its wind is broken

 

I picked it up

and set it gently to rest 

in the cool morning grass

with reverence

It deserved no less

For how many can say

that the fire inside them

burned so fiercely

that it carried them to skim the stars?

NPWM Day 14: Chestnut

Beneath a giant, spreading chestnut

I found myself on a summer evening

The light hung like streamers from its branches,

pooling among its roots as molten gold

It creaked a windy greeting 

Its leaves murmured about sun and soil

and time, such time

I laid my hand against the massive trunk

and felt the press of years

and the pulsing life that started as a seed

still pushing outward, upward, always

The Storm

Throw out an anchor
Beneath the starless sky.
Brace yourself against
The salt spray and lashing winds
While the black waves
Roil beneath you like serpents.
And pray.
Murmur with cracked lips
Whatever words you know
To any god that will listen
While the world bucks
And shudders beneath you.
Power clashes against power,
And you, soft frail soul,
Are crushed and bruised between.
Darkness upon darkness,
Time, times, and half a time.
You forget the dream of solid ground
In the endless tempest.
Yet, it ends.
Light bleeds along the horizon
And a soft red dawn unfolds.
Raise your weary, battered head
To find your anchor holds.