Thursday, October 3, 2013


3 a.m....or is it 4?
nobody knows,
'cept the wee creature
who is wailing,
protesting Daddy's too-long absence

i step outside
and there above me
shines every star in the universe
sparkling like gems
across the heavens

did God turn down the lights
on this sleepy town?
there are stars
i've never seen before
i close my eyes, they are still there

this night is made
for vibrations of love, word made flesh,
what needs to be said
utterances of greater
truths, silence brightened up

it's 4 a.m.
he settles at last
but i am awake now, in
parts long slumbered
insides spilling forth like stars


1 comment:

Charlotte said...

Heart-wrenching, and beautiful. Hope you are keeping a file of these lovely writings. Someday (when you have caught up on your sleep) you could come to a poetry event with me and read your new efforts - they are very good.