A Night Like This
for Leah and Jessie
The planes paint pink stripes on the sky
At sunset with their contrail tails
The moon remains when they pass by
The moon remains when all else fails
As all else fails I realize
The failure might be my
Myopia my dying eyes
My tears too fresh to dry
Only a failure to see
The mortality of me
The moon remains and makes
Me laugh at myself when I cry
The moon has what it takes
To lift my eyes for each a kiss
Both nurturing and cold
To bathe me in a silver bliss
The sun once gave when it was gold
To get me through a night like this
Not to laugh last nor yet laugh best but just
Take my place in peace at last in the dust
Whence I came so thence I am bound to go
I do not blame nor do I know
Anybody nor anything
I was just looking for meaning
And I have never found it
There seems no way around it
The moon remains when I pass by
The moon remains when all else fails
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMIX
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Fine flow in this poem, a natural rhythm and an excellent perspective.
John