Star-Waiting

Star-waiting between desert hills;
at first dark distant suns
blossom like spring daffodils.
By morning light they wilt
as if under first frost of Autumn
or our footsteps on the silt
when the cold swash runs.
With open eyes I look for here,
but find when closed it goes.

Where there is no night
or rippled moon-shone glare
and even no day or light,
I wish I could see you there.
God knows if I could
maybe I could be there for good.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love burns out....and we still see it for years in our memory...
that light might dim...but still lets us know it is there. And maybe for good.
j.

[TheJordBaker]

Thanks Jacob