Little Blue World

I wonder if she remembers

Our little blue world

I wonder if she remembers

The jewels of life's journey

The magnificent splendor 

Of a deep setting sky 

On the icy horizon,

On the blood meridian, 

So raw and imposing 

Sea- faring and reaching

From eye to eye

Across vast expanses

Across charred remains 

Of a dim cooling ocean. 

I wonder if her skin

All lit up in moon beams 

Incandescent, reflective

Might still be as soft

As a dark midnight rain 

Falling, flowing 

Richly ornate 

Melt upon a touch.

I wonder if her moans

Of passion and delirium

Rail upon the shoulders of others 

As I wish them to be

The souls of young poets 

Hastily scrawled

A word or two

Lightning in a bottle

Or any old way to capture

That caricature of superstition 

Dramatic recombinations

Of stars, luna, ancient worshippers

Easy to be 

Incantations 

Intrepid ceremonies

Of augmented spirits 

Losing logic 

Inside of a dream 

Wish I could run 

Inside of a void

Ears peeled 

For thunderous echoes

Fulfillment in kind 

Or even a whisper

Controlling the sun 

O beautiful nothing

O love in retreat 

O heart 

Don't fail me now.