Hush

Your ghost whispers

through the bars:

Hush

as I contemplate

the mortality of stars,

compare it to my own.

 

Hush, yes, child,

I agree.

Demand the end

of speculation

better left alone.

 

These flights of semblance

steal breath and dreaming

while slipping past

this prison stone.

The clever thieves,

I could give chase.

But you say:

Hush, my father.

Let them go.

 

Yes, child, ghost,

The night is partisan, I know.

Let the stars weep for themselves

and I will hush.

Better I should let them go.