he paints the ceiling
with swirls of stars
and watches them in the closed-eye darkness
every odd-shaped interval
a single star gold-silver falls
till sleep or morning comes
he paints the ceiling
with swirls of stars
and watches them in the closed-eye darkness
every odd-shaped interval
a single star gold-silver falls
till sleep or morning comes
Stars?
What do I need with stars
when you are in my arms
and I in yours?
we see the same moon
the light on my neighbour’s gate
stars prickling the velvet sky
the stars above do not split the skies
the ocean is one indivisible
tell me then about your fences
my guiding star may be low
below the horizon
may disappear
at the rising of the sun
may fall unnoticed
from my conscious mind
but always and forever
it is there that I shall run
in your eyes
I see stars
in the skies
stars fall
but those to watch
are the ones which rise again
The sky was night-black but the people remembered.
The sky is night-black but the warm dawn is arriving;
Keep the door open and the fire well-stoked.
I feel vincible this morning
waves crash
my heart and breath come quicker
then I remember
or am reminded
that I am a tiger
a star in the night
whose light never dies
then I remember
that I am a tiger
every year more stars in the sky
every day though my eyes grow cloudy
remembering in the darkness