The Stars I Try to Tame

The Stars I Try to Tame

My words don't flow

As they did in the valley;

My heart can't outshine

The light of a new day:

I'm standing upon the threshold

Of mountains, still,

Wishing upon the stars,

I've been trying to tame.

The parallax of a dream

Observed in different seasons:

At my lowest I can't see,

What at my highest I can't seem

To touch, in spite

Of every illusion that I can;

From here the universe rests

In the breadth of my crippled hands.

In the void of fulfillment, now,

I'm lost in all directions;

Standing at the pole with a compass,

As a vagrant to this hollow reality.

Perhaps the night wind sings -

Perhaps his melody is sweet -

he beckons his brothers, Time and Change,

With me, to cross paths and meet.

Aye! Not but a sojourner of thought

In these lands I could've claimed;

The terrain is arranged in such ways

That wayfarers are struck with malaise -

A feeling that pervades the age -

Afraid to acknowledge the implicit truth:

That we only live as long as the memory

of those who know our names.

Here, we light our incenses of sage and waft

the scent of each dream high into our heads;

Holding fast to the hope that perhaps,

they won't be subject to the same fate

As the putrescible shell which holds them.

Counting not that we cannot cure

Our lack of faith by earthly means,

We close our eyes, speaking as though we can see.

~ Caleb G. | Wednesday, 27 November 2019 ~