For You, To Your Star

I bring you songs

Long forgotten

That are sung by the leaves, 

the grass and shriveled tree

And by the dew and the dark

In stone-womb caves.

I bring you the rhythm of the earth

The slow, long boom 

That roars, echoes and whispers

from deep within, in my heart.

Of a hundred different suns,

(Some that awoke long before time was birthed,

and some that are tiny, gleaming jewels 

In the everlasting dream of the universe,)

I bring you sunsets

That meld into the horizon 

The colors of woven dream

And until the dying moments of twilight,

Last forever

I bring you tales and stories and myths

Of dead kings, lost Gods and magic

Tales as old as stone and wind and sea

Tales that time births, spins, sets aglow

And swallows in the end

Tales that, like the call of the waves

and the dance of day and night

return forevermore

I bring you silence

From the heart of sound

From the eternal moment between words

The instant before the twinkle

Of a smile in the eyes

I bring you all these

And I cast them up into the sky

To the star that bears your name

When night falls, slow and deep

Look to your star

And it will sing you forgotten songs

To the rhythm of all earths, all worlds

It will unfurl old yarns, and show glimpses

of the hues of sunsets 

That were, are and will be

In its silent, white heart