Legends and Other Small Things
*** I am re-posting this poem since it bloomed on a rainy day and I would like to share again on this New Year's day***
O starry night ----
with the soul of the world in your silver eyes,
I came with nothing this ancient trek,
this aged morsel, I am;
and found you crowning the misted moon....
and pale-lit the swooning shadows this eve,
you have loved me never more!
I have breathed thy silver manna ---
and ate of it like a wandering wolf
How the solitary breezes whistle to dusk,
thy dark winds surrender to light whispers,
old echoes (I have been here, before) ----
in this wrinkled place,
as a frightened child, long ago,
when time stood statuesque and naked,
when I felt older than the hooked tree boughs,
and the very soil 'neath my feet....
I longed to be ancient --- ageless,
wise to the wind shadows ----
which festered my fears;
would I fail to seek my dreams?
would age take me like now, and then,
will I not care and tread where angels fear to?
But in greater years the shadows I fear less,
for I cannot fail when without fear,
and then young, much was a dream;
but now long aged it is more a physical thing,
there is less time to fear, and wish
strange,
now I only wish to be young,
(again)
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