Thursday, November 18, 2010

Renounce


[I spilled some of me in this poem. Some of the moment.]


Once, I gave my all.

And now they leave me empty.


Not whole, not even an ounce.


All I called mine, drifts away,

And I say I renounce!


...And in this infatuating darkness

of the evanescent moonlight,

I celebrate the birth of light

with the birthpangs of an uncertain dawn.


At this moment

when all ceases to be,

I celebrate my non-existence.

I sing a song.

A song of the midnight sun.