The Revelry of Stardust
Where pools of lucidity
Swirl - the undercurrents of opacity
And the senses are deplete -
Empty.
The sails of joy lay still
in voids of movement and will
time and place abandoned; incomplete -
Idle.
The store of barrels – dry!
At long year’s end more rye
And barley spirits are need'd -
Full.
The albatross curse forgiven by a gust;
The ship’s company is blessed by stardust.
Let the consumption sparkle with hope;
Cheer.
Even if I could give you everything
it could never be lovelier
than each day full of flowers
from your garden’s keep.
A day filled with butterflies
flittering upon your heart;
A day when gentle breezes
caress your pretty face
and play the magic of chimes
rambling their notes across the woodland
where there is so much to share
because there is unending love there.
And yet, each day is a precious gift
that we are together.
What does an artist do when there are empty walls?
She paints. She brushes. She carves and sculpts her forms.
She pours and dabs her stories into their frames
and the room empties of all empty;
Never-ever to be bare
because an artist lives there.
Dedicated to my friend Jill.
As the steps of '23 draw to an end
We gather our thoughts to send
To those who will not be near
To hold & keep us - dear.
Merry Christmas everyone -
may you close out the year in good cheer.
A place is not what time leaves behind
Nor is time a thing one owns;
Along the way of being lost to wonder.
