told me the rocks are stars.
The sun is infinite emptiness eroding time and space,
and we are but travelers finding our destination,
in a dying
universe. And it was
the wind that constructed the sky-
an abysmal blue and billowing surface,
veiling the black, autonomous planets.
The birds, voyagers, kiss the land above,
like Zeus and Heaven’s doves to awaken our dreams.
you lie in
that wraps and tangles our senses and souls
bears the light within us all.
Read the sun and breathe the sky
and remember the dawn rises
as in the sun to the moon.