On Passing the Orthodox Blue Dome with the Gold Stars that Used to Remind me of _____
An emptiness so empty it contains
As little as in space between hot stars,
Or almost less, this vacancy retains
Not even light, this void that leaves dark scars
Across the nothingness of now, this hole
Is in the shape of you. It does not hold
The smell of sweat when you climbed down the bole
Of Eden’s Tree of Knowledge and of bold
Evil (and of Good). There is no hair
Of falling (fallen) curls with heaven’s height
On them. There is not laughter now to snare
The heart. No, there is only barren blight.
It used to be that you were like a sun
With wobbling worlds. You were the sovereign one.