The Light of Night

A Luz de Noite - Jason Weaver

Original painting by Jason Weaver, 2016

To gaze upon the starry sky
is to contemplate the
very sense of what
it means to be,
from the minute
to the immense.

But by the light of night,
you will find no solid
evidence, only
so many little points
to ponder, scattered
and dense.

But leave no doubt
that the truth of what is
(the meaning of life, some say)
is infinitely more
more grand and fine than
anything your mind could
ever possibly imagine.

And that I find
fully and truly
sublime.

By Jason Weaver, 2016

Original painting A Luz de Noite (2016) by Jason Weaver, 70x100cm, arcylic on canvas

 

Chasing the Moon

A Lua e a Mata by Jason Weaver_LoveMore
In my younger days,
I chased the moon with a hunger
in pursuit of love and lore.
So far away they seemed,
beyond my every reach–
that soon I starved
in the dark abandon.

I am older now, matured
cured of disillusion
having learned that love
is a not a place that I can seek
not a desire that I can feed
but rather, a way to be — content
and grateful that wherever I go
when I gaze up into the night-time sky
the moon will always be there
to light my way.

by Jason Weaver, 2013

Original painting by Jason Weaver, A Lua e a Mata (2013, acrylic on canvas)

Starry Night

Starry Night

Once,
we stared into the unbearable
darkness at being so
unloved, so
lonely and alone
even between us we were
misunderstood
with our heads hung low
we stood dressed in black
to show them all the
grief they gave us.

Once,
we slept in your room on the floor
and wrapped our selves
in sullen sheets,
where we found solace for our souls
in the woeful words of sad songs,
each lonesome lyric
we assumed, somehow,
meant to save us.

But tonight,
as I gaze between the lights
of a starry night sky
I think once again of us
and I wonder
how we had not understood
that the love and the care
we had so desperately cried for,
longed to die for in
those hours of dour
had always been there, so full and alive
because all that had we ever really needed
was us.

by Jason Weaver ©2013

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Author’s Note: Dedicated to my friends from so many years ago…I never knew the love we shared…but because of you, today, I see the light in the darkness ~J

 

Also: After publication, I changed “woe” in the final line of the first stanza back to “grief” which I had in my original draft, and removed one word. ~J

Polished Moon

Polished Moon

The Polished Moon
with the full of its immense
ringed luminescense
rises intense and presses upon me
a honey-scented specter
bathed
in the moonlit spectrum

I pause
pulsing
aflush in ripened pleasure
rigored beams of illuminate streams
suffuce my salted-skin
in the juice of its dangling fruits
plucked loose of present
tense
and plumped
of vigor existent
I burst

Once filled of promised possibility
pent then spilled
flow in culminant thrill
I soak in drunken glow
savoring the fine
cumulate seductions of
the Polished Moon

 

Stars

Stars
In the faint fine glint
of the most distant
stars
we are
one
each and all
born of a magnificent
burst
a single celestial body of beingness
formed in a stroke
and upon my
seeing this radiant wave
as I gaze over the night-swept heavens
all life beamed in pinpoint lights eternal
I sense you
my friend, my sister and my brother
and I suffer your pain as you do
as we
are one
each and all
an inseparable star in perpetuity