Listening to Stars

My spirit has exited,
Miffed at some incident.
Bothered, aggrieved,
Went out listening to stars.
Their songs fall around me
Whispering slowly,
Like little waterfalls
Mumble to stones,
And like rain on June evenings
Slips from the glimmering
Leaves to dark puddles
And quieter pools--
Everything black
but the gleaming
Where streetlights
Lay down their shimmers
And ribbons of gold.
And that’s how the stars sing--
In hushed, rushing whispers,
Dancing in great halls
Of measureless night,
Music that glimmers
Along the vast corridors
Where velvet silences
Cradle the dark.
Among the faint chorus
Of starlight and gravitas,
Mid the high pillars
That hold up the sky,
A single soprano
Line lingers and falters,
Rising and falling
Like wind on a lake.
Long lullabies, legends,
And heroic histories
Murmured in languages
I cannot speak.
I am still waiting
For self to come back to me,
Calmed by the song and
The indigo peace,
Holding a harmony
Suited to counter
Calamity’s chords
With commensurate grace.