I refuse to look at the sky tonight –
same old story – planes, dead stars, pitted moons,
motivates me to write those timeworn tunes
to the lovelorn, pines, how the heart takes flight,
metaphysical crap, dark versus light,
or lighthearted fare about babes and June
frolics among flowers, the springtime bloom,
blessed angels on high, lost souls burning bright.
Instead this evening I plan to ascend,
rise from the planet when bells toll midnight,
leave earth behind (I will miss you old friend)
my direction is up, two lefts, then right.
When you ponder the sky this eve you’ll see
the constellation Chagallus – it’s me!
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
I really like this! Great work! 🙂
Thank you, Eva. Much obliged! —–Chagall
You’re welcome, Chagall!
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