The One Named Kirk Poem by Gabrielle Ciarann Roniyah Baer

Steady hazel eyes seem dark,
until they light with laughter,
shine with pity,
warm to love.

Flowing-current voice seems stern,
until it breaks in sorrow,
grins pure mischief,
pleads vast hopes.

Mobile features seem a proud mask,
until they brighten to rage,
furrow with worry,
burn with pride.

Star bright blazing life,
burns clear within this man,
Illuminating
reaching out,
discovering,
the depths of a galaxy,
the reaches of a soul,
Finding truth,
diversity, and joy.


written in November '77