As sun descends in silver light
Color ends for blackest night
Lifts the chin toward heaven now
Eyes turn up and then somehow
The rain of stars come falling down
More like stardust never found.
Lines of white across the hour
The stuff of stars without their power
Pulled along by gravity
To pock the land and plunge in sea
Gone as swiftly as a beam
To unknown places never seen.
Silent streaks, straight and sure
Burning brightly, glowing pure
Beat by beat and line by line
Their song rings out through all of time
Reflecting in the eyes and mind
A greater good for all mankind.
Something hopeful, something higher
Imagination to inspire
Raising sights above what’s here
To see beyond the yesteryear
To plan a purpose for what is true
And give our all for what is new.
Something in us, some connection
Reignites in this direction
Triangulation of this space
Uncurls the inward toward a grace
The skies declare a glory learned
A greater view in memories burned.
Until the last great star has blazed
And we embrace the halcyon days
What goes up, must come down
The end of night, without a sound
Take in hand, what is true
The same for me, the same for you.
Chanda Singleton Griese © Art by Roberto Alonso ©
Also posted on Substack at chandagriese.substack.com
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