Burning The Old Year 2019-2020

Burning The Old Year 2019-2020

It started at about midnight. The Ursids fanned out.

Waxing and waning, I am like the old moon. 

Meeting mars tonight, a spark with a dark shout

to the radiant point trapped in Jupiter’s orbital resonance.

The complex stream falls. Open clusters burn up in the sun.

We raise arms in gentle plea to chaos. In tune,

with the queen of magnetic north, come witness 

this gift to end the year. At peak, they heard my exclamation:

“Divine wisdom is closer than the eye of a needle”...

Swirling Auroras, tear it from darkness! Rip it from dark matter!

Before the moon sets at intercession, that week is gone. 

Time passes on life’s meaning, hinting at answers to its riddle, 

Await resurrection. Promises. Promises, burning the old year.

The moonset in covenant with the Pleiades. 

Shifting into the aquarian, Sirius rings in the rat with fear.

Fire in the sky, we still sleep alone at the end of the decade,

blazing the old year left on the blade. The time is going by.

Drone light show forms stars under strings of satellites. The noosphere

above. Lost information below. Lost like text messages, shy

letters inhaled, words swallowed in geometric shapes.

Quick dance, quick fingers on guitar strings, legs of champagne.

So much disappearing, orange glow swirls the flame.

So much ethereal, the absence shouts between revelry.

Crystal falls to burn the old year, marry the air! 

Moth wings kiss the shoulder, transparent ashes of brevity...