Red Sky Morning
“Red Sky Morning”
I never realised how cruel the moon was before tonight
and there are streetlights instead of starry nights.
Sickness hangs over this place like a shroud
whose promises are austere and cruel; compassionless
promises of false warmth, lamplight
rather than sunlight. Unicorns are no
longer possible; this inhibition of whimsy and
reverie has jaded me. Now the snow
has become vindictive, infinite
falling bodies force themselves on me like
a rape. And I am waiting to escape this
winter oasis by caressing the star-
pearls which I gathered
from the sky, and I remember that the sun’s
face was my own but there
are no more red sky mornings to remind
me whose reflection I am; there is only the moon
and the sky and I swallow up the stars.
