Tonight, the Galaxy

A poem by Douglas Caraballo

Photo by Andrea Leopardi on Unsplash

And how shall night robe itself?
Yet unburdened by the need for time,
Lungs riveted, singing up, and praying.

Eyes, myriad spheres
that gambit to watch the flames,
stay their quiet
with needs of the soul.
Ribbed from the bow back,
Plunge their heads through the salt
To fill up the line from thought to dust.

You may never know how much I love you.
Deeper now than either could have imagined.
It was a long way back, the shoreline
And a lighthouse whispering:
“Esta noche, Puedes ver la Galaxia.”