Nearer Things Must Take the Place of Stars

Nearer Things Must Take the Place of Stars

Nearer things must take the place of stars;
Intimacy replaces panorama:
Not by choice, though one does well to choose,
Even without senses one must lose,
To savor what remains of Earth's Nirvana.
Years pass within the gates that illness bars.

Often, though, the passion of guitars,
Near ecstasy, one's inner flame renews,
Enriched by all the turnings of life's drama.