touched me… tender through the stellar maze
Perseus and the Pleiades? What whispered urge
my senses… caused the sky to merge
treetops… nebulous beyond the haze
tears that fell, betraying my malaise?
source… what subtle microcosmic surge
gently, called by night? A psychic purge…
Jupiter? Arcturus? Moon-tossed rays?
snow sparks hot beneath the trees
mid-night as the moon lights up the frost.
I, a limp receptacle, lie wide
placid under cobweb galaxies.
touched me? Touched me… tender? What was lost?
you out there! My God! I thought you died!