Luminaries
On a dank blue eve
Of a summer past
My eye reflected
Luminosities from
The fireflies
A host of passing candles
Insect fairies –
Authentic and true
Ascending on high
To make dreams a reality
For them
For us also
And time innumerable, perpetual
Leading on to
Sparkling felicity
Above the stars
Beyond the ladder
And fallen tower
Past the refractive lunar body
Into the deepness
Which is a myriad
Of mysteries
Of answers yet unattained
Lamps of an elder era
Marking the time of night
Signaling the climatic encounter
Spheres of burning helium
In the cold extent of space
Solar globules of gas
Making up patterns
These floating gems
Forming the lighted spangles
Of scarlet, of gold
In the jewel-studded, stellar skies
No atmosphere binding
No gravity claiming
No net there 'neath
The haze of epiphany, epitome
Only a submersion
Into the void...
But lo!
What a comfort to me
Are they
Those winged damsels of the night
Who shine their brightness
For my guide
And my delight
John
Tuttle
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Poetry