by J. P. Davies

Dearest sky, you light me up,
With a thousand points of ire.
If I could search your expanse
For millennia, I might hope to
Find some clue as to how.

How can you light up my life?
Just bright enough to make
The shade a degree less dire.

Alone with the stars, or the sun,
I believe in the gracious frailty
Of my shell; this vessel of steps
That are taken or discarded too soon.

Drastically reduced in importance,
My eyes absorb the strategic placing
Of powers far greater than possessed,
By a mere lone marveling spectator.


Author's Note: I find myself staring up at the sky alot. It humbles me quite alot.

Posted on 03/20/2004
Copyright © 2022 J. P. Davies

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Barbara Griffith on 03/20/04 at 05:51 PM

This one was really original, except for one little cliche. "How can you light up my life?"

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/23/04 at 02:35 AM

Welcome to humility and humanity fellow sky watcher. May the force be with you.

Posted by Anita Mac on 03/24/04 at 05:44 AM

Yeah... kinda makes you feel itty bitty. Your words are so... I dunno. Good. ~Nita

Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 03/29/04 at 05:01 AM

i simply adore original images such as this -- I believe in the gracious frailty Of my shell; this vessel of steps....and i love the language. it is rich and dense like moss!

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