Solar Eclipse

9thApr. × ’08

This is it
once we may
watch what focuses us
go away, no longer that which makes obscure
what it is we think we see
just a line: moon, sun and me.

It will be unlike this tomorrow too
when the world becomes again anew.
But I would like to waltz with you,
anyway.

Before the morning breaks,
let me show you every fantasy
I have softly canopied,
afraid.

I know no shelter
near as strong
as what I’ve built in want of this
so if I ask you to come near
trust that it is safe
to create, to eclipse.

Just lay me on this bedless world
and hold me like
sunlight still matters
in a future yet unseen.

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