it
was a distant night in May
the sweet scent of
orange blossoms
may have filled
the warm and twinkling air
—though i cannot
recall for certain
for i glimpse this
luminous, longing vision
not by way of
sightless sight
but through the
yearning inward eyes
of my deepest
dreaming soul
it is you i see
there—
you, in that
intimate, dimly lit chamber
the same room
where you, so dearly, slept
and gave your
secret thoughts to the night
i was with you
upon that far off eve
our souls like
brittle peeking blossoms
that trembled in
the glittering dusk
—a song, a star, a
dream.
*
the bedroom’s soft
light still glows
like a gentle
gossamer moon
somewhere in the
universal dark
a star yet
wandering the ancient heavens
silently seeking
its vernal home
appearing lost
amid the fixèd stars
yet following a
fated, elliptic orbit
toward its sighing
cosmic destiny
in an elegant but
invisible constellation
—i see it, that
sweet lost silver star
not by futile
telescopic lens
but in my dark and
dreaming heart
it is still aloft,
adrift somewhere
in the high and
sparkling vault
a secret soft-lit
chamber
hidden in the
beating heart
of the deep vast
sea of night
that star still
calls to me
across the years
of time
and across the
unlit empty spaces
that separate me
from thee
and mine from thine
that tender place,
that lovely
incandescent room
surrounded by the
universal dark
where we, almost
touched
—a song, a star, a
dream.
*
i see us still,
that night
alone, us two, in
springtime
on a silent and a
singing dusk
your eyes there,
lustrous
still gaze
curiously into mine
your forearm,
tender
still rests
untouched upon your lap
that room, that
moment
drifting still
among the stars
searching for its
longed-for home
the home, waiting,
where
white curtains
rustle softly
in the warm evening
breeze
where lies a cool
quiet bed
waiting to receive
our weight
and a gentle
glowing lamp
waiting to be made
dark
it is, perhaps, a
distant night in May
the sweet scent of
orange blossoms
may fill the lush
and verdant twilight air
this may be only
known
when i, no longer
lost among the stars
arrive upon my
bright and silver home
and there discover
you
—my song, my star,
my dream.
*
Steven Holland
October 17, 2013
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