knight errant

 
how far, those stars
that twinkle, shameless, in the grasp
of the mighty midnight sky
 
how small I am,
reaching with ardent arms
toward that enchanted enigma
to harness one star, perhaps two,
in all that desperate multitude.
yet I embrace only
a rusted knight’s lonely wish…
 
all that desperate multitude
blinking, winking
like a painted meretrix
to attract a knight, or a dragon
emperor, or a knave;
who would settle, in their isolation,
for a  minstrel. or an ogre
 
two stars, who hear the distorted songs
of this blunted knight, weary of mundane wars,
fallen under the breathing fire
of marauding dragons.
 
eastern star, western star –
how distant, one from the other
and from me.
 
two stars that light my way
they direct the winds that strengthen me
their tears: amrita that sustains me –
 
 
belabored and broken
loveless and lonesome
 
KNight…