Tuesday, June 26, 2012


Out of vain dreaming in the dead of night
i wake and see your beauty in the sky
challenging me, calling a name of light
But the masked years go by.
There are many lovely rooms and fires
So many shadows;siren-beautiful
Are words, leading from silence;and
Are beautiful to death.
And so your cool
Far -lit beloved hush of radiance
Grows dim to me. I have forgotten you,
Sirius. Where the lesser planets dance
I dance with them in darkness...who am true
Only in those rare moments when i wake
And half-remember light, for a star's sake

Ellen Janson