Astrometaphysical

Lord I have loved your sky, 
Be it said against or for me, 
Have loved it clear and high, 
Or low and stormy,
Till I have reeled and stumbl’d, 
From looking up too much, 
And fallen and been humbl’d, 
To wear a crutch.
My love for eve'ry heaven 
Over which you, Lord, have lorded, 
From number One to Seven, 
Should be rewarded.
It may not give me hope 
That when I am translated 
My scalp will in the cope 
Be constellated.
But if that seems to bend 
To my undue renown, 
At least it ought to send 
Me up not down.
 
Bravado

Have I not walked without an upward look, 
Without an upward look of caution,
Have I not walked without an upward look of caution,
Under stars that very well might not have missed me 
   when they shot and fell? 
It was a risk I had to take, and took.
 
Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire, 
Some say in ice. 
From what I’ve tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough 
   of hate,  
To say that for destruction ice is also great,
And would suffice.
 
The Secret Sits

We dance around, 
we dance around in a ring and suppose,
But the secret sits in the middle and knows.