Saturday, September 27, 2014

Stars, Out of Reach

Stars, Out of Reach

My soul may sing in the darkness,
Cleaving the black of the night;
Opening shadow with starkness,
Filling all with perfect light:

Binding the music of night wings,
Caught fondling the stars with love,
Raptured by music the wind sings,
And counterpoint from above.

But I love the stars too deeply,
To capture their bonfires bright,
In musical aspic, cheaply,
Or expensive words I write.

Mick McKellar
September 2014

Poetry is to music as painting is to sculpture.


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