I wish that I
was filled with stars
intricate, intimate arrays
to guide me to the edge
of myself and beyond

my soul
the brightest
in a unique constellation
of my naming

my love
many-hued nebula
expanding
to fill the void

my losses
supernovas
both beautiful
and tragic

But I am not
celestial
earth-bound
I must navigate

by stroke of skin
whiff of memory
trace of sadness
night vision

rudimentary compasses
in a sea of misunderstanding.

What on earth is given freely
without thought of gain, return
Spirit spins on heaven's wheel we
ride, get off, each in our turn.
Something you've no longer need of
or use daily, either way;
Prayer, poem, words to feed and
bring us succor through the day.
Heads a-whirl with planetary
matters weighing every move,
a spin on Spirit's wheel can carry
motives one turn toward love.
Change is rarely universal;
creeps along, just barely seen,
manifests by our reversals -
loving humans newly being.

the eyes drinking the sunshine
- never satisfied
greedily keep watch

one day these eyes will no longer search through the window
only the window will be left to look out and the world to look in
I will have gone, carried away fully into the spirit world, and the window will watch me go.

scrabbling around in nothingness-
my nothingness
waiting for the Sun to explode
I have no offspring to talk of
half luck half choice
this ancient Man long dead
killed by the Sun that gave such light-
life to the many, death to all memories.