Perle Champion

Ray Bradbury – An original – a Master of words and the genre called SciFi left us yesterday – this one’s for him.

throughout the empty
reach of space I reach to catch
the glimmer of a
long dead star still shining down
to reach my eyes and
cause my mind to wonder if
somewhere in the vast
reach of space some child of mine
as yet unborn does
reach to catch the glimmer of
a long dead star that’s
known to me today as sol

and I flew apart

could

the child said, gonna
be a bird when I grow up
then I’m gonna fly

couldn’t speak truth then
no need to hurry it then
my own baby bird

memories pulled from
the dark cellars of my mind
time has been so kind

to the once young wine
mellow now, each draught warms me
to my very core

silence broken by
the tick of time’s unsubtle
hands across it’s face

i am shadow and a little light

a little day and too much night

steps unsure on the new moon’s darkened path

lost

never talked directly to goddess or god

but i have had soliloquies in which

i think they listened.