chagall backdrop

The stars will show no favor
withhold answers with stoic reserve
despite burning madly

So we never know how they came to be

Or how it’s decided which will emerge
as the first one seen tonight

Wishes and dreams soaked-up and trapped
with power to make none come true

And after all they burn out
fade red light, leave us dark and alone

the pulse . . .

© Chagall 2014