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Jul 2018
If after inches piled on inches, days on years
After Good Morning, How Beautiful Those Stars
The rise and fall sank deep and, thus forgotten
Ran aground and floundered in the blind
Surely that we two cast shadows, left footfalls
On the ground means even as we cross into the night
There never could be nothing after all
And so we know it true that, in our course,
We two did meet, in sunset and at dawn
We know too that in meeting, star child and navigator
Three things converged by grace or void’s design:
Three things: first men in Babylon
They say the priests first gazed upon the lights
Waiting eons for the day when once more gods and men would meet
Across that time we mad and free gave chase, eyes up
And so we saw among those stars, gold like wheat in the wind
The same void, our birthright, those clouds in hot pursuit
So ran the course forever, until one day those men
praying in the blind for slumber, rose and swore on lifeblood
To shun shadows for a lifetime, and to chase, to find or fail
That moonlight that cuts colors on the sea
Next came time to chart the course and send you up
Where men, dipped in gold or otherwise banished to frost
Must prove the claim that runs through the very veins
Where blood runs silver, pierces darkness with light touch
And so you found yourself before all those stars, blinding in the dust
That gathered, grows from clouds to stars to light, fighting for the right
To take your place among the ranks of all those gods
I imagine that you reached it, dear old friend,
For those days when after all calmed down, and dreams turned to dust,
Feeling turned to great faith, to despair, then to life
Last of all a story’s where the sky should be
Your propeller coughs on all those words, or is it stars
In darkness, I turn my gaze upward to find you rattling around inside yellow pages
glittering like golden stars against liquid tar
rising around the pile of youth inside
Because I dreamt it: dreamt you, of you
That after it all calmed down, and the world began
We two once more did meet, outside that realm where men gaze upward
Into eyes that peer through stars swirling in the clouds
And I realize that the stars, gold like wheat in the wind,
Pump life into dead space dust-
That the bridge to you was inside me all along,
Runs honey through my veins
So settled the dust on the book, now gently closed
Even so I fear the dark, the dust, the air itself
That space we cannot see or know that means farewell
That means I am alive and thus alone
So I wish that we could meet there, you and I,
Skyborne, we could take up the flight of birds in time
Where travelers by night chart the course
Bound for that realm where freedom reigns
But I’m back on the ground and the world’s still turning
And the stars are not soft and golden, but graying in the frost
These memories that surface from the deep leave messages on the mirror
For a moment you are here, and I stay warm
Yves C Sutherland
Written by
Yves C Sutherland  19/M/VA
   Valsa George
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