Here At The Evening Sky Poem by Glenn Bagshaw

At the evening sky-cosmic mind in thought
seemed starlight written upon deep darkness-
We stopped, and gazing upward, were dream-taught
of Orion, light-quivered in starkness
of space; drank from both Dippers of the night
that poured on nothingness. Swirled-ballroom Earth
stood still. The Bear moved forever with bright
tread as Pleiads sang their ageless birth.
Dizzy on tip-toes, we were far, too far
infinitesimal to the heavens-dust,
flecks washed in forever, leaving no scar.
So Sara, that's how I thought of us, both thrust
in life's cinder of a second- pity
for each- with spite for uptown firmaments
that founded and formed the neon city:
bare-bulbed vacancy, lifeless tenements.
We were so very starry-eyed ourselves
in embrace, that we soon forgot to heed
how loud is the silence that never delves
self, for huge death sparks spurs to night's dark steed.