Out the Door

I walked out the door

and wandered into the night

I looked up at a star far away

and felt alone

Above me twinkled the lights

Images tell me they are suns

children of other nights

so far away, also alone.

Don’t fill the world with fear

We don’t have enough years

to live all our dreams,

life is fearful enough

why live the nightmares?

I don’t know today

How can I know tomorrow?

When we have each other

why hold onto sorrow?

The nights are dark, the nights are cold

inside it is warm,

let us stretch our muscles, warm our hearts

don’t let them burn like aching coals.

Old wounds remind us of too much foolishness.

But old pleasures comfort.

Old aches tell us we are still here.

I ache therefore I am.

You are my love,

I am a Descartes of Pain

We get used to it.

We hurt therefore we are alive.

We get used to it.

The illusions never hold,

unless they are skillful.

I’m getting old.

Chris, written in early summer, 2011.