Mortality

There is a sadness deep inside
beyond the dreaming
the unconscious does on its own.

Who knows what it is? Maybe God,
maybe death revealing
that life
in itself has no meaning.

We see light as good.
It does not carry darkness
in itself.
A star’s far gleaming

is a path that has been there for eons,
nonetheless is bent
by concentration of mass.

Perhaps sadness is the gravity in our lives,
is a force that lends weight
to our mortal status,

solidity to levity and grace.