Occasionally, a painting inspires a poem.

Stars Fall 24×24 oil on panel

Stars Fall

As it happened,

A great void covered me

One night, empty

But for its blue-blackness,

Vast beyond knowing.

And I asked

Why are you so black?

And I asked

Why are you so empty?

And I finally asked

What have you lost?

There was no answer.

Slowly, I saw stars

Falling all around me,

Splashing into the sea

Taking their slips of silver energy

Into another great deep, dark,

And equally distant place,

Leaving a luminous trail.

I cannot follow.