cross crossing

alpha centauri in the tropic dawn
shines in the mourning of a thousand cockcrows
for the last treasure before the day
we rise together in the planet’s turning
this farewell burning in my eye
as four years past
i stare straight down your spiral light
and revise this tryst by these southern crossroads of dimension
once more i dress for flight
that will close you under the horizon’s feet
as four years hence
by the starlight of this farewell
we will rise together in the planet’s turning
and you, last treasure before the day
will shine in the mourning of a thousand cockcrows
alpha centauri in the tropic dawn

krm