I have ghost knockers
ghouls in the night
made sport of-
ah but I have a plan!

too weak to survive
needing helping hands

you arrived head first
into a world of pain.

time rocks on
oblivious.

the roaring of stars
sound yet to reach our ears

-fires of the Universe
burning to death.

a tangible taste
transference of grace

a snake forsaken
for old times' sake

look up
keep watch
a vigilant face

arise drenched in mercy
sins erased

i had a dream - you and i
were forty-ish in a room
stuck at some premiere,
maybe yours, maybe mine
our eyes would meet
and i think, or maybe i hope
neither of us would look away
and you would finally smile
and i would smile
and that would be enough

riding the cascading cusp
stars spilling across black

unstoppable blue spin
singing Happy New Year.