Poemdog

Dogs 2018

THE NIGHT'S EMBRACE
(2/4/18)

looking up
at the stars

all that light
travelling
across space

across time

to touch
me
with their
indefinite
glow

those
twinkling
pinpoints

our birth

may already
be dead

a ghostly
glimmering
veil
in the heavens

like those
people
lost to us

Mom

eighteen years
gone

hugs me
in the same
way

illuminating
my soul
with a soft
steady
squeeze

so that I
do not
forget

that she
never
really left