515 and 516

For H.

No man can say you follow wisdom’s way

if you make choices often like this one.

By what absurdist logic do you play

for such silly decisions to be done?

If you continue, I cannot conceive

the kinds of woes and wills you will endure.

But one reward I know you will retrieve:

of raptures mountainous you can be sure.

Which side of that rapture will you be on?

Ascent and fire are both of its states.

Be wisdom’s stranger still, as you have gone,

and you will know the best of all your fates.

For soon you’ll see how unreliably

your course goes when you’re set on loving me.

~~~

The Moon—she smiles on the weary man

tonight. All things bend his way, e’en Her light.

And all the stars in her heaven who span

her sight never were brighter than tonight.

The man—he steps into the Moonlit eve

with wild-hearted wonder, as a child.

And all its little lights make him believe

that mild is the scene, despite how wild.

The eve—she settles soft o’er man and Moon

with grace—with subtlety no man can trace.

And everywhere tonight you see them swoon,

each face displaced by that same Moonlit grace.

The eve of early Spring, whose zephyrs sing,

nothing can match the pleasures that you bring.