I wore the stardust in my eyes.
There was this tribe of human beings,
To love and to watch for,
But the smoke blew away,
Their mothers called them in,
And afternoon fell to night.
Adrift across upshot impulses,
As an uncertain vessel,
Upon waters unsure,
My gazing eyes are becoming scattered,
In the jostling current,
Across distance to moon.
There is that which takes place,
But would not, could not be done,
Until my heart is plucked like fruit,
And eaten and gone.
It is like monuments weeping in fog,
The ashes have been scattered, and are breaking down.
The calls and the ears, the sole Truth!
I wore the stardust in my eyes,
For many moons.
SCA 1994