Before

we lose the light and

have to return to

the photograph of where we started

Reassure

me that you’ll wear

that metal shirt

you wore when you departed

Filter the stars

their light’s too late for us

It’s where we are

not the witness

Filter the stars

their light is dead and gone

It’s not what we wish

it’s what we settle on

Dreams

we had back in school

they’re growing dimmer now

betrayed, off and carted

Remind

me of the story you told

about the roaring ships

that made the sky again uncharted