Starlight
Welcome back the stars
of the cold clear winter sky
the full canopy of old friends
whose absence was noted
in the summer months
As the summer birds
move south
so the stars return
to their stations
and so too we gaze
at these points of flickering
frozen light
staked out
in the deep darkness
for that is the binary code
of our existence
our dark night of darkness and light
to have and to have not
to be or not to be
to contemplate the space
within our hearts
and the space without
Life is displacement
movement with or without
purpose in the course of time
a narrative cheapened
by the tinted pieties
of blind ambition
ennobled only
by the pursuit of love
John Lyons
