Don't Worry

Don’t Worry

This place by the water’s pull

Edge of a city receding

Mumble of industry hollowed by

Twilight sleeping

Civilization pretends deep its normalcy,

Niceties for pillows,

Worry for a dream…

 

Scattered pixie dust on mesa’s humpbacks, wide

Reflecting sallow on Mission stillness of surfaces

By the sea-music of the bay

The illumination as though

A Sadness : dim yellows once

An explosive gold

So bright before, it gave freely with pride.

 

Now stars less willing to wink,

Upon melancholy night : a canvas fogged

By deeper covering, similar to

These worries of making it right

All half-hearted before--

True dawn of someday

 

Half-living, my eyes,

furrowed for the fight

By evidence

Displayed : world in refuse

My own worry, silent

Scripting black this muse

The Dark Inkling

A painting heavy with reality’s

Disemboweling bruise

A painting of futures

On barren earth : embarking :

Our worry : a ruse

Unfeeling if only

A striking of flint-stones together

Just to evolve once more ...

 

                             The human spark :

                                Love our warmest fire

                                Tiny kisses alight the dark.

                                No worry for our stars:

                                A night sky full of choirs.

                                No fault but in our wars

                                I worry about such fire.