Now

stars speak wonders to the listening eyes.
i blinked. where is ‘the glory now’ that once filled
the horizon? i begged them to sweetly sing
over the moaning wind, ‘till morning
is born into the cavernous dark.

Your words, like the dew soak
into my skin. Your words are firm beneath me
like the green ground...ground by our feet.
You are so close that i often walk over You,
You speak and i don't look

down...down to here and now.
instead i fret after the stars
and that they are so dim and far
and smothered by the city lights,
the smoke, the noise, the humanity.

yet human we remain, floundering in our desires.
teach me the song of morning.
teach me the song of dew,
for in their twinkling tears i see the ‘wonders of now'

down…down to here and now.
they lie unseen beneath us, upon the green ground
ground beneath our feet, a 'gift of now’
to the smoke, the noise, the humanity.
stars speak wonders to the listening eyes.