I churned this poem out after a few days of toying with the lines and ideas. It came out OK. I sent it to a poet friend and asked if he had any feedback, and then offered it up to him to toy with…. His version came out massively better. Not taking it personally. I just think it’s cool to review collaboration… to review how the meeting of the minds can create something beautiful. Much like musicians, poets and writers can create cool stuff……… Read mine, and then Michael’s version that follows……
The night absorbsthe me of the dayAnd a breezeescaped from the twenty first hour,a breath from my lipsExhaleThe tiny salt drops of tearsSymptoms of a painwhose prognosis is no goodAbsorb me O nightly moonBaptize me in dark cloaken folds of glittering starlightI sense the constellationsin my veinsBut I will never know peaceUntil my body burnsAnd the ashes of my blessed limbsare smudges sealedOn another’s foreheadAbsorb me O darkO blackO unseeing nightAbsolve me of this instantWhere I’ve toiled for too long********
Nyctanthous anthem IIO night absorbThe me of the day,The salty symptoms of my pain.O cucullated moon absorb me,Gather meIn your cloaken folds,Baptize me in glittering starlight,Your constellations shuttledThrough my veins,Brightening my dark prognosisWith the perfect peace of light.But I will never know peaceUntil my body burnsAnd the ashes of my limbsAre smudges sealedOn another’s foreheadAbsorb me O black blind night,Absolve me this endless toiling instantO seasoned starLurking in the autumn skyLike a tigerPacing the lines of a village,Come down to the riverside,Here by the winding shore,To quench, to bathe, hereWhere my tall flame burns.