1.
I walked the streets of humanity to embrace his kind.
He was alone as if the suns of heaven had betrayed him.
He wept, if this is how love ends, then how must I begin?
I said, return to us in a form that we can understand …
But he waited for me in a place only familiar to him,
On the borders of consciousness at the feet of an angel.
He said,
If you think we do not dream around you, think again,
Bodiless and homeless,
I dream of him.
As to whether he entered my dreams
Or I entered his,
I remained uncertain.
As often we were the one dreaming mind.
The one dream.
It is the only bone, blood, and skin I have belonged to,
That sets limits upon our brief interactions.
I thought that by our form we made each other real.
Therefore when you slipped through my mind like mist,
I howled like a yellow dog upon a stone by a waterfall,
To ease my suffering into its vast continuance.
The moon shone down upon my agonised baying,
With her watchful and sympathetic gravitation.
And this moon spoke of many more moons more to come.
So we will meet midway between freewill and destiny.
Nocturnal by nature, you entered my sleep like starlight,
While all through the day I was restless and
Worrying the fences at the borders of time,
Like the pink mulla mulla, dreaming, shivering, striving …
2.
I wandered like a star through the winter branch of the world.
I was heavier than a drooping bough weighted by frost.
I said to the dawn, I cannot begin again alone.
I said to the rainbow, I cannot bring my colour to this land.
I said to the moon, I am abandoned and half lit.
I said to the stars, your galactic minds travel far from home.
I said to the river, I cannot create these patterns in the sand.
I said to the tree, I am unable bear the energy fruit.
I said to the ocean, I am on your edge making ready to return.
I said to the sun, I cannot grow strong into your light.
I said to the storm, I cannot replenish this wounded land.
I said to the dusk, I am creeping into your silence.
I said to the stone, your wisdom is as great as the earth.
And the earth said, gently, you are the source of you own love.
So this is my blue star angel poem on the edge of all beginnings.
