earning night

we do not deserve night
or how the silence
falls an eternity
of sky,

we have not earned
the cold, or ice
freezing dreams
to our lips,

we do not deserve night
or the distances
stars pass
to meet us,

the night we serve
we do not deserve it,
have not earned
its love


David McLean
David McLean was born in Wales in 1960 though I’ve lived in Sweden since 1987. I’ve been submitting seriously for about a year, and as of October 2007, I have around 300 poems in 131 magazines both online and in print. A chapbook “a hunger for mourning” with 52 poems is available from Erbacce-press and Lulu at http://stores....lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=1277957. More information at http://www.myspace.com/david_mclean and http://mourningabortion.blogspot.com/