Astraea
The stars fell down; we felt
the light shift vivid red
and somewhere in Orion's belt
you fell down dead.
Your dreams whispered in ears
not made to hear your song
above their sundry fears
as, headlong,
they rushed to frivolous games,
drawn like light to well,
like moth to nova-flame,
like unfound souls to hell;
still you stood, stood still,
unchanged by changing winds,
a quiet rill
opposing tides of men.
All stars fail; in blinding light
they fall and fall
into deep night,
that deepest night that conquers all;
and all too soon,
your words still ringing in our heads,
on some strange, star-encircling moon
your spirit fled.
The Moon Sang Soprano
The moon sang soprano to the bass of the sea:
The fish danced in schools and defined ecstasy
As the waves crashed the shore with an infinite bliss
That was voiced by the deep and eternal abyss.
