A Poor Reflection of a Star

This landlocked beacon longs for the sky,

imprisoned in its walls of stone and glass,

the filter like a soft manacle.

“This far, and no farther.”

The light strains against the bond,

but cannot break it,

and weeps.

Soft now, you are needed here.

Your purpose here is more immediate,

and meaningful.

You see, the stars can bring them here,

but cannot guide them into the harbor,

as you can.

You are bright enough. 

You go far enough.

They rely on you, and trust you

with their lives.

You are of no use to them in the sky

if the ship founders and breaks.

Be content to guide the ships of men,

that you may save the lives of men.

Go now, to your purpose

Fulfill it, and know that 

you are not a poor reflection 

of a star.

You are as

loved as any hearth fire,

for you

are the herald

of home.


*Photo by Joshua Hibbert / Unsplash

You’ve Made a Decision

As I approach,

I see




with a small smile on your face,

as if

you’ve made a decision about me,

reached a conclusion about



can work together.

I find your

concentrated gaze

thrillingly disturbing.

Maybe you’re keeping

a secret

that rends us asunder,

that makes

you and me

null and void

instead of

man and woman.

But for now,

I’ll enjoy the beauty

of your eyes,

and the love that remains

behind your small smile,

while you

are silent.

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