Constellations in Concrete

There are constellations in concrete
glowing beneath my feet

a bright star flared and died
and in the darkness descending
new stars sought my eye

bright white shown
these new constellations unknown
while my cigar glowed a dull red
and furrows creased my head

I realized that I had not the heart
to sail these seas alone
to penetrate this new dome
inky blackness that swirled
and in my heart fear curled

these new stars, as I sat alone
were stains and chips of stone
leavings of projects long past
slowly being covered with leaves of Grass

smoke slowly drifted away
beyond my new stars lay
a home, but fearfully I stayed

breathing in the galaxies
these stars and their possibilities


Yes I do write my own poetry at times. I have more, I will write more as the mood strikes me.