Jan 2018
NIGHT SKY'S LAMENT
By Alan Stallsmith
Remember the time Charioteer seemed to be our own?
We knew its galaxy path by memorization as a secret only the two of us shared.
Remember when we soared high with Birds Of Paradise?
Oh how the spectrum would leave us breathless as the Winged Horse trotted quietly across the sky.
But these days I only taste the smoke of Dragon.
The Water Serpent pulls me under lonely ocean.
And I would grab constellations for you as they light up the night but your eyes as distant as Andromeda and Berenice's Hair is now covered in shame.
For I can no longer try to tear you from Cassiopeia's shallow spell because Vanity has become your Northern Crown.
So I reminisce instead, with broken compass in hand, a shard of hope that Perseus will bring you back to me, exactly as you were when the universe began.
By Alan Stallsmith
Remember the time Charioteer seemed to be our own?
We knew its galaxy path by memorization as a secret only the two of us shared.
Remember when we soared high with Birds Of Paradise?
Oh how the spectrum would leave us breathless as the Winged Horse trotted quietly across the sky.
But these days I only taste the smoke of Dragon.
The Water Serpent pulls me under lonely ocean.
And I would grab constellations for you as they light up the night but your eyes as distant as Andromeda and Berenice's Hair is now covered in shame.
For I can no longer try to tear you from Cassiopeia's shallow spell because Vanity has become your Northern Crown.
So I reminisce instead, with broken compass in hand, a shard of hope that Perseus will bring you back to me, exactly as you were when the universe began.
