Still Life with Jupiter and The Pieta

Look:
heavenly shades of night still
fall east of the Sun west of the
Moon as Autumn in New York
reminds me of my place in the
grand scheme the wisdom of
humility in search of peace and
tranquility as purple hues melt
into shades of incandescence,
oh, sweet essence of life in dark
shadows of Jupiter’s light arcing
along the sky as visions of the
Pieta descend before mine eyes
as if in a lyric by the laureate of
Alemania, Rilke, where the heart
is open and anyone can enter while
the soul desires seven graces from
the white Madonna in a garland of
roses who carries seven sorrows
eternally the ultimate one now
known to me along with many
others in the darkest hour seeking
words of wisdom or merely waiting
for the sun wondering could it be
love that makes me feel the way
I do or is it anger that rolls down
memory lane of tired clichés oh,
the good ole days rising curves on
the outskirts of mind as storm clouds
gather and birds of appetite flock
together before the feast to sing psalms,
incantations and hosannas of Jupiter
and the Pieta at last at twilight time