I looked out at the night,
And saw utterly silent fireworks,
Un-arching tracer-bullets of love,
Lightning-bugs coursing galaxies
Of meadow and forest
While older fire-beings looked on.
One of my minds is tired beyond
The reach of sleep
But will return to dreams
That arch from night to night.
My other mind says:
Come back when you are ready
So come back now
Before excuse becomes your dharma.
There is enough light here
For anything to be possible,
Even that creation might beg
For whatever love can muster,
Because it is so damn lonely
Being beautiful.