THE MOMENT THE STAR FELL
I must call you by name
that will pull you close to me.
I’ve searched for something,
some one word that will torch you
and bring the inner light to bear.
I cannot know my love,
what name you wore
when first we saw the bright dawn
and held hands
as darkness lulled us deep.
But here, this night, my thoughts
rove time and space,
piercing the black sky
for a memory still shedding sparks.
What w
already familiar. So try that star and this
and the one shining brightest.
Love holds court in its light,
however cold as man thinks,
however warm as man thinks.
I do not know. I do not know.
Your memory pulls from night
its secrets.
You will find it shines because I lit it.
You will find it warm because I am there.
I see you search the southern sky
closest to your bed and against your will,