Lonely as silent laser lost in space.
Spaced as bass guitarist losing his band.
Bands of plasma’s ultraviolet trace,
trace our equator, ionosphere’s wand.
Wand of Merlin’s power, reflect my eye.
Eye children who cower, craving magic.
Magic moon, pour tonight your bright reply.
Reply to stars warning of what’s tragic.
Tragic song from drowning crickets, silence!
Silence swimming through heartless space and time,
time your phases marking music’s absence.
Absence always loving void, help our rhyme
rhyme where black holes swallow eternal light.
Light of laser lost in space, enflame night.
Roger Armbrust
August 12, 2010
