for Gabrielle Bouliane & Donna Gebron
There’s a grace of snow outside, winter chilling –
frostbite & electric light.
Accident of astrology – retrograde moon in Venus
to cast prayers to by candle flicker –
measuring a love as silent and intangible as air,
visible only in breath come frigid dusk.
You, who are both poem of the blizzard,
and beacon when the cowardice of night
falls on our throats; who fashion love into constellations,
burning legends in the map of the sky.
For you, from whom the night recedes in whispers,
let the stars turn symphony, let your names
be brass band and timpani, be arias rising to a single star,
fixed point skyward to navigate home.
About the author:
Victor D. Infante is the editor-in-chief of “The November 3rd Club” and the author of “City of Insomnia” from Write Bloody Publishing. His poems and prose have appeared in numerous publications and anthologies, including Chiron Review, The Nervous Breakdown, Dark Horizons, Pearl, Ballard Street and the Los Angeles Review.
