Poetry – Space is full

I thought it was time for another poem from way back.

 

SPACE IS FULL

All space is full

 

Of rays and beams and clotted dreams

 

That seems

 

To have no substance

 

 

 

All life is full

 

Of toys and Queens and twisted seams

 

That deems

 

To have importance

 

 

And drifting through the interludes

We climb our ragged stairwells

All alone

 

Waving to the passers-by

We wend our weary way

On our own

 

Communicating from afar

Through treacle

To another star

Until I met you

 

OPHER  5.2.98