Distant Love Song

A distant love song, estranged,
Fills this sleepless night watching -
How long until that hidden sunrise?
How far those burning worlds?
How distant these interior galaxies?
What did we want all those centuries ago, 
In the grey house surrounded by rare trees?
Who did we wait for among the vanished
Dinner guests preparing to dance?
I see now the wheels of fire, clouds
Of cosmologic golden stardust,
The little birds still hopeful in the garden
Where all the flowers have fallen.

The old song echoes down the hall
Like last raindrops musical from the eaves
Like lost raindrops falling on golden leaves
Drifted around the velvet green trunks
Of giant maples, ancient black oaks
Laid low where the new houses will appear,
Sprawling in death’s obscene abandon
Horrifying passers-by with fickle oblivion.
Old love songs echo like axe blows
As forest giants teeter and sigh
Gathering moment in one crashing
Final breath.

A few more days while we celebrate 
The coming of the Light
When the days are shortest
When the nights are long and dark
Except for the blazing moon
Sending day-dark shadows 
Through high windows
Long nights waiting for the light
Darkness powerless to overcome
The brilliance emptying across 
All time, uniting all perspectives
In a single horizon.
Light from Light, illumine
Our darkness, eternal Sun.

Author: Duncan MacNae

Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees. duncanmacduncan5@gmail.com View all posts by Duncan MacNae