your own planet

the poetry of dr zen

Tuesday, February 16, 1993

Lonesome without you

this evening the sun
like a track
of a golden glistening tear
is falling down
around the envious dirty world

and the cold slate evening sky
shatters hearts hard as rock
into pieces of dreams
of forgotten moments
brings in the empty night once more

nothing glows and nothing shines
even the stars lack their lustre
without you to shine beside them
light them
I need you to ignite them

and the pale and insolent moon
dark in its bed of diamonds
is whispering your name
reminding me that
all the wishes that I wish
would wish you mine again

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