Can you see the little light on the roof,
Wandering aimlessly, like the smoke
Of a cigar
/
Looking at you, unreachably high
Peacefully bright,
Ineffably far?
/
Do you hear the private words, slipping from
The cold lips, which taste of quiet,
And of burning Earth?
/
Can you see through the dark night of one star
The pale face, which, maybe, half-mirrors
Yours?
/
Do you recognize the slow, doubtful steps
Of someone, whom others wrongly
Think strong,
/
You, who’ve seen this figure painfully walk
On her own through one too many
A night?
/
Do you look down on her ridiculous dreams,
On her memories, her hopes
And her fears?
/
Will you watch over the people she loves,
If her light, lost in white snows,
Disappears?
/
Tell me not that you are
But a soulless star,
Oh, Full Moon,
/
Blind and deaf
To little lights
On dark roofs
Lovely!
Many thanks :)!
This is simply wonderful ~ so nice to find you thanks to Carl D. Your writing style very lovely… 🙂 RL
Thank you for stopping by, Robyn! Very happy you enjoyed reading the blog!
Carl D’Agostino recommended I check out your poetry. I am glad I did. I look forward to reading more of it. This is lovely. ~Lori Lipsky
Thank you, Lori! I think Carl overestimates my poetry, though :).