A poem I wrote a long time ago for someone, and never shared with anyone. He died very recently. Remembering him, I think it is time to share the poem. Beyond even what we call love, there is a place where we meet, perhaps, where we go Home.
Blue Stars
"Who wants to understand the poem
must go to the Land of Poetry"
......
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Weary ideas rise and fall
the mind retreats at last into blessed exhaustion
I taste that blood-red honey wine
I entered a lucid dream,
and found a lucid life.
Through an open window,
Night reveals a black, far horizon
a landscape layered with memories
made of memories
I hear the blue stars singing
"Wait for me,
Wait
for me"
I wish I could tell you
what I have seen
in the homelands.
Perhaps,
in that country,
we are of each other at last......
You take my hand, we walk together
in that green and splendid meadow.
I offer you a glass; you raise your cup to mine.
Lips touch, a butterfly rises between us
and flies into the morning
from the other side of forever.
Through an open window,
I hear the blue stars singing.......
I write this in a small, dark room,
a cluttered here, a mute now
wishing I could be young again,
wishing I could feel something other than foolish.
I will always remember you between, always between
regret and joy, hello and goodbye
delight and sorrow, truth and lies
that bright, endarkened landscape
I saw you in.
(2002)
All artwork and text unless otherwise specified is COPYRIGHT Lauren Raine 2024
Beautiful!
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