I, a child
Try to reach the stars. . .
Sirius is so near.
I run to the nearest hill
My reach is always too short
Wait till I am a grown man!
Now, I am old and bent with years
No more running to the hill and mountaintop--
Yet, a warm, steady, life-giving glow
Reaches me from Sirius . . . the unattainable.
I collect
White iridescent and evanescent starbeams
For my trip home to
Sirius the dog star.
--Boris Levinson "Dream"
i love you, Moxon, and miss you terribly. sleep well.
