And where is the silver star
hid deep in the freckled sea?
Slayer of past lives,
reach me and grasp my spine
two-handed, to hold me true.
I see but your face.
I hear but your voice.
I smell the scent of wish
and crush my soul
and dream I am far away.
Eyes opened to the awesome expanse
and thoughts to the vast possibility.
I toil as a bee on a flower
reach for the grey star
and feel the sun again
sigh and sleep again in peace.