From jumping star to star,
Tempest-sailing a solar flare,
Lassoing the ice-hot comet
And wince-staring into the glare
Of all glory, my fireflies in a jar;
To loose the lid, I draw tempted-near,
Only to wring it rightly tight—
But to save them—
And, with them, come screaming down
As lost, aimless, otherworldly stones
Flung from a thousand light-years afar,
Charring blue-mantled atmosphere
With scorching passion and rebellious fear—
Back to earth we fall
Like a heaven-heavy inferno-ball.
I let them go.
I flail them in.
I ebb and flow
In the foreshadow of yesteryear.
I love them whole.
I love them away.
I love them back,
Yet so love them not to dare them stay.
My wings swing ‘round,
In full circle they whistle through the air,
Their singed tips sing in wisps of smoke—
And nothing is everywhere.
A ghost becoming
On wishes and what-of-ing,
I pare a care to the core of one thing:
My love for them,
How I should cherish the dream
Where my heart’d be steady-lit
By the blush of their ready beam—
How that’s something
Worth star-jumping for—
Again and again, it would seem.