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.
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