Category: Poetry

It’s not that I hate math,
Nor fail to comprehend.
Simply, math fails to delight
As flowing words do.

Too early, no,
It’s not morning
Until I’ve slept.
Sunlight collapsed into darkness
Hours back. Dawn comes soon
I guess. Light drifts in
Leisurely from points
Nearby, but sparse.

Words drift, too,
Flickered from bluish screens
Across my unweary eyes.
Slowly luring my mind
Free of thought, embracing
Dreams sweet embrace.
Silence lingers.

Rain flows, gently calming the night air. Dampness seeps deeply, my marrow aches. Light’s brilliance rippled with moistened air, speckles distort those beams, glimmering gems, fluttering upon crisply chilled air.

My feet fall upon  pavement. The sound changes to a quiet thud when I leave pavement for grass, earth. My eyes move skyward, this sky lacks light. Save for the stars. Stars glow, brutal furnaces flickering gently, silently. They strangely beckon me, who can not reply. Upon this rock,  far from the center of anything, galaxy-wise, much less regarding the universe. Away, away they sit, gentle blue glowing spots upon the once blue sky. Watching me, calmly. Do they see this once boy, walking under the few remaining wisps of cloud, stretched thinly, not quite hiding the ancient eyes.

Orion’s gaze the most familiar. Memories from boyhood, back upon the grass, eyes drinking deep those ever present dots. Staying upon the shapes my parents, their parents, all humanity that’s ever been, they’ve all seen the same shapes. Though they, too, change, their slowness taxes the mind to consider. My life barely a suffer. Humanity’s entire experience too recent to register.  Pale blue dreams across the winds of history.

Life slowly withers.
Weeks blur into months, years.
Endless, death barely avoided.

Exhaustion claims easily,
More than its due.
Dreams attract more than before
Slumber’s taste sweeter, too.

Once I thought it’s simply age.
A body grown weary by tasks.
Now I know, this beast consumes
Quietly, chewing my soul

Silently.