Where lightness finds the passage through the dark
the thoroughfare of dimness, where we’ll soar
about the sun undone, unborn again,
but one─divine the spark! The wicket door
unfastens where the constellations form
sepulchers made of stars. Celestial reach─
become what’s yet to be, your elegy
of memoirs left beneath the weeping beech
our private pain released. O spirit’s heart
no loneliness eclipsed by shadows breathes
beneath the Zodiac where night-birds sing
and crown each shining sphere with wreathes
from fronds of maidenhair in braids of gold
where rainbows arc and nights are never cold.


Featured Image: “Starry Night” by Alex Ruiz

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  1. E. Ducabe Wisler

    Starry Night by Alex Ruiz

    He stands in awe outside the sanitarium,
    while gazing at the starry night—Vincent Van Gogh—
    as if he has his own Observatorium:
    large stars, huge moon, transparent clouds, a gorgeous gawk.
    This Ruiz got in seven hours in Photoshop
    by using matte paint techniques—a magical,
    fantastic spectacle, a wizard paused in Oz
    in fields of golden flowers, by towering trees,
    before a village, gray and slightly lit, at top
    a spire, pointing up, so lovely in the breeze-
    less frieze of thrilling hills and skies, a requiem
    to one who seized th’ intensities such seeing sees.


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