Diamonds in the Sky

The stars, whose beacon brightness guard the ink well that is night sky,
Upon occasion, pause, as if, in constant blinking,
They mourn no passing ship, busily taking note of
Their buoy-like constancy.
In the wake and wash of momentary darkness,
Residual glow shows their shape and
Shimmer outline,
As if they had stolen away, their spark
Now silhouette.
This is what we see of them; and, in reaching
Us, the quick storied absence is already
Long forgot,
Amidst gas cloud and hurtling rocks:
We Receive mere Sky Memory.
"Ago" - though sweet - seems close to
Pluck-ready, brilliant rock fruit, though
The diamonds, twinkling
Far above,
Are glimmers of crystalline,
Glistening,
"Was here".....

The Glow of Sky Stones

Beneath the azure gauze of sky, cradling deep effect explosions in ebony night
Blanketed dance is lit with fire and quiet deep
Pounded drum, amidst the stillness of song and Star, wheeling,
And Thought Is, suddenly.
Where point is painted, is Cause, in Glint
Awakened, and There, and there, and there is Gleam and Being, softened,
Lips touched, and Met,
As particles of Self move and meld and Mend
And Wend to
Other,
Trilling Effortlessly along skipping
Pieces of
Ago.