Fading Stars

Bereft of love and ancient sheen

The fading stars look to the brigand earth,

The infant orb has learnt to wean

And blazing lights ostends across its girth!

Eyes do not contemplate the vast recess

In the flaring darkness of night,

Nor longer wounded psyche shall profess

Its faith in the eternal sight.

Now hark the howling wind of grief,

Knocking at the city’s occluded doors.

Halcyon eyes gaze at the astral thief

Hissing on lustrous cement shores.

But none will heed that whispered call.

What are the stars but bygone shreds

Gleaming in the vain hope of a hailing?

What are we men but haughty threads

In the webs of destiny’s vast veiling?

Yet I walk high up in the bens,

To seek your warmth and feeling, starry friends,

And answer the wind’s whispered call.

This is a poem to the memory of stars that are almost impossible to admire at night because of light pollution from the cities and the highways. May the stars forgive us and hope that we shall change one day and turn our minds to them, may we be children of the stars again.

keltica