The first star was pinned to the sky
and it bleed a song that dripped
the first words of blood and loneliness
and pooled and gathered into seas
of poetry and night
and painted dreams of wings and flight
and butterflies flickered in the flames
of the fires burning at the beginning of time  
and across the horizon
of an endless ocean that swallowed eternity
where fishes swam around the infant hands
of love that reached up and cooed
a lullaby filled with stars singing
a song to the first star
that hung alone in the sky