POETRY 2001

Tall sky, here is no confusion.
The bluest blue, though color be mere illusion.
seems to stretch ever upwards,
reaching out towards
the universe, dark and vast.

Myriad stars their glittering messages cast
through the ages.
Life energy
sustains me,
charges me, enlarges me
bids me create.

While all the while silly humans alternate
between rush, rush, rush
and wait, wait, wait.

I will be still,
calm and centered,
for starlight has entered.

I saw it flash through the skies
when I looked in your eyes.

Nov 9th, 2001