Awe Struck

What’s behind the moon
              in this starry bangled sky?
Under these empty wishes
              I fall over–

closer words. I can’t imagine
              anything farther from space.
Nothing special anyway.
              Everything has its place,

but by twilight, I’ve nowhere else to hide
              from what I ask tonight:

What creates the sunbeam
              after passion burns out?
Around these empty streets,
              I don’t know

anymore about faith
              than what I think
about how to walk across water
              what little I can ask

by this lamp, further in your shade,
              I’m nervous to know:

What’s behind the universe
              in your heaven by the stars?
Before golden gates, I stand,
              to be judged
                                        after all