Star Song
Darkness in the silver night,
a bright light, a golden key,
a vision softly gleaming.
The feeling lay lost,
on a moonlit cloudless night.
The ravens called,
the night wolf howled,
calling for release.
The wind whispered,
with a longing voice,
gone by will; not by choice.
Where is the voice to answer?
Lost among the rising noise.
Actions show what words deny,
eyes raised to a starlit sky,
voices strangely mute,
arcane energy alive!
-James Dappen