The Star in the Soil

The setting moon in the trees

The soft wind upon the jutting cliff

The stars in the sky and their dust in the soil

A river like a dream

Coming to the sea

In which all dissolves

In the illimitable sleep

Of the waves that toss on the shores

Of time

In which eternity plays like a child.

I am born into that river

And pulled toward that sea t

To succumb to an ocean of stories.

All I stand on now someday slipping away

In a forgotten dream

But the star in the soil endures,

That dust that can take any shape.
I ride its tail in a nebula spiral,
Dancing on and on across the universe...