You will never return. Hope means nothing
And nothing will alter it. Love means something
Though: you still exist for me. Like the Big Dipper
Between the void of the two cypress, or a day moon
Against the shimmering stavelines of the heart's pylan.
~ ~ Chris Agee
From Next to Nothing, Salt Publishing, 2009. With permission.
The morning moon
in blue
Omega
like the dead
here
and not here
real
and not real
banished by
the daily
afternoon
pure and bright
ready for exit
at the moment's
gate
the last poem
always unwritten
~ ~ Chris Agee
From Next to Nothing, Salt Publishing, 2009. With permission.
