’Twas noontide of summer,
  And midtime of night,
And stars, in their orbits,
  Shone pale, through the light
Of the brighter, cold moon.
  ’Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
  Her beam on the waves.

  I gazed awhile
  On her cold smile;
Too cold—too cold for me—
  There passed, as a shroud,
  A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
  Proud Evening Star,
  In thy glory afar
And dearer thy beam shall be;
  For joy to my heart
  Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
  And more I admire
  Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.

To Rightful
To you’ll be sent now this Reminder pale,
That cannot be to Memory compared:
Thus strays some lonely Wanderer through Vale,
Where mighty Flow to Ocean Path lay dared.

But left behind just heated Thirst’ Mirage:
Wind hiss’ like Snake and underfoot creak Stones,
Imagination longs for Life and Rush –
For what Desertion desperately moans…

Reminder – Seed; it will be thrown to wait
Till Hope through Torrent Element encounters –
Then it’ll emerge, achieving Goal that laid
Was while ago, across the Seas and Mountains.

Then Colors bright, by living Waters fed,
Will cover Dust and bring their Fruits delightful:
So be the Word of Love that now you met –
To give then Birth for Feeling Right and Rightful!..

I have held so many of your tears
on my skin
in my chest
that I have forgotten
I have my own.