Up Late

    —for Dan Simpson

Since all that we dream is forever true
I’m calling you now
In a blue light
The moon feels its heart

Of friendship there’s much to say
I love what you love, the music
With its candles and spoons
I think you sing better than me

Sometimes resting my hands
On a table as I do tonight
A constellation swims
Back and forth

So it doesn’t matter
I’ve no skill and some luck
I’m large with this
Press of amity

And tomorrow waking
I’ll be lost again
But remember
Our secret talk

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto