Alone in the darkness, I was talking to the night.
And with no one near to hear me…
My shirking, shrinking wisdom was not missing or bedight.
I said, “My head is filled with fear in times when wounds are deep and dear.
“And nothing stands on bedrock base, and it’s to just appear.
“But once it’s said, in dark absorbed, it’s only not to hear.”
A poem is pointless when…
No one Good is listening.
Catch a Falling Star 