The Skin Cycle V: Stray Stars
I was made to see the stars glow cold
Last night, in sync,
With a distant wolf's mourning howl--
Walking home
With the nightwind at my back.
I had to stop--
Stop, and look about
In bewilderment,
To wonder where
This auditory hallucination
Had taken my memory...For then, I forgot I had
remembered
How this refreshing cool of a Summer's evening
Might be the same as a lonely Winter's night,
When I told my heart to freeze--
And now, how in Summer,
It defies me, and warms the blood once more.
I did not see the sky
As it had been moments before--
A Fire Opal of Australia
In a blackened sable coat--
No, not here, for there was only
The cool-crisp phantasmagoria
Of the forbidding reaches of the Boreal.
And then, all at once--
What was, simply was not.
There was no wolf,
No psychedelic sky--
Just the darkness of a Summer's night
With the nightwind at my back...