“All things transitory are meant for us as symbols.”
I look for you
at the back of the wind
in the red thread of dawn
by the Star of the Sea
but you remain hidden
cached between stars
dust of my dust
the old moon wrapped
in the new moon’s arms.
Sometimes I hesitate to put a poem as an essay, because the thing about my little pieces is just that, they are little pieces. Most of them are eventually placed within a larger story. So, all you’re getting is a snapshot, an out of context close-up.
But, I am easily inspired, and thankfully, there is no end of essays here that inspire. I can’t resist joining in with a song, even if it’s just a bridge or a chorus. 🙂
This poem was written after watching a meteor shower, rolled up in blankets with my honey, at 3:00 one chilly morning. Some of the lines are from old stories and myths, ie. “at the back of the wind,” came from readings on Hibernians and “old moon in new moon’s arms,” a common expression in astronomy (and can be googled for pictures) I happily and most blatantly stole.
Hope you enjoy. Now go read the essays! 🙂