Ad astra for hope

Ad astra for hope


Likened to radiant gems
the sky for no hand to touch
A dream seen in waking
The azure hue summons me.
But how can it be
that on a sullen, brow-beaten night
I can lift my head, surprised
in that radiance of the noonday sun?

A gaze skyward from the still waters
sees not the bright moon in reflects completion
but the blue sun—
that moon, so worshipped on the pond crust is suddenly the noonday star on my waking

One image terrestrial
and one image far above.
This now-blue sun and its likeness just after a dream

It is what I see when I look into your eyes—
a reflection from the sky earthbound for me.