Sirius Blue

     How else to make a possible union, implausible,
How else to besmirch a positive graduation,
How else, but within a coma?

     There within realms of Sirius, a Blue Sun grants
A helping hand to an old planet where fledgling concepts
Are denied expansions of thoughts, feelings, futures,
     For the 'old' deception for new babes
Does not want of realization, where within,
An aged tyrannical hides in plain view,

     Our embrace,
Imprisoned, chastized and cauterized,
Is cleverly kept discreetly away -
     So new forms can never smile
Upon a World where the cliche seeks
An abruptive end, begs for death.

     Those young eyes and growing
Smile at our walking by - hand in hand;
     Once again upon the concrete,
A gaze where hope of 'better' an understanding
Of each intellectual compassionate,
Is thrown over to considered penitentiary,
     Our rulers, stone faced and stone broke of all feeling.

     'What must it be like to be they so
Thoughtless and gravestone set, to consider
They know 'our' grace?'

     We are forced to be parted yet,
Year upon year, as alone we are,
A hateful glance has our direction
Whether a millenium apart or a span
Of Nation, as alone we are kept,
     I still sleep, the left side of the bed,
And you, the right.

     We still, make audible those
Sounds of self comfort to soothe
The 'broken heart' we share.

     'Love hurts' a snide persists upon
Tones of fake psychology, for all union
Be a loss to purse and wallet for all is
Of a monetary condition,
     'Yet those given to understand deceit
remain agrieved at the conditioning of youthful
Spirits where 'we' know, 'it is not love that hurts,
But its destruction by hateful spite - thier glib excuse.'

     Your side of the bed remains the right,
And mine the left,
     My arms sometimes reach for you
As sleep battles with nightmares upon
A frown of war,
     I wake to see your vanished presence,
Such emptiness, such emptiness has my arms
Retract in haste, for I not want they feel
     The Void.

     'They watch you from peep-holes as they
Watch mine own self too,
     Each sentence of disgrace they write -
After the keyhole is peered again to
fuel thier racist hate; determined to state
This union should never have been,
     The Sirius Shelter confirms thier facile crown.

     A missing family go by,
A family that placed young smiles skyward bound,    
     For hand in hand was black, and white,
Where humanity was once again - champion found,
     Your love is still there and mine too,
Never yet unrequitted, but confirmed
Upon A Sirius Sun; where the Sanctuary
Awaits, where peep-hole creatures of awkward ill,
     Can never touch with hateful skill.

Michael J Waite 11th July 2020