From the fizzling gaps between the lines,
the stars that fill the silver screen,
where rainbows end and birds fly why can’t I,
the voice falls clear as liquid light.
So far away he must be,
as far as static rocket ships can fly
through the ear
and into the silence of space,
and yet the interstices of life
are full of things that will never die.
I love your poetry.
Thank you so much! That gives me a lot of pleasure to hear 🙂
A birthday – always a day to remember, but it still does not seem like a year has nearly passed.
Agreed. That must have been the shortest year ever.
Haunting and full of strong imagery. Perfect