and let time fly into the fevered brilliance of the sky—
fire and ice, the stars know
the secret of eternity,
ghost-lights sailing in a vast sea,
a dazzling memory,
like a voice, a laugh, a kiss that lingers
from a dream
as you wake, surrendering to the now–
summer now an almost-smile
in the blue-shadowed mist.
Did I cry? Did you—
asking for angels–but
a hero gone
to the ever-after.
The stars know the secrets,
ghosts dancing to the music of the universe,
but closer, I watch the birds by the riverside
catch the wind and soar out of sight.
My message from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. It was a struggle today to get a clear message. We have lost a hero. Rest in peace, Ruth Bader Ginsburg.