“It takes courage to enjoy it”
-Bjork
He leaves through the mist.
The air, interlaced in thin rain,
shimmers like beaded curtains,
or green smoke billowing
between the dancers
around a lunar fire.
With a quick shuffled step,
he sifts through the night
lifting his eyes to the sky.
Each star glistens along
its pin point of light
in wavelengths of desire,
until they drop to the grass
and gather like constellated
thoughts around us all.
We each are a breach
in air, a doorway
from here to there;
we must enter, cross
through, then vanish
into laughter and tears.
(February 24, 2015)
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