Be still child
And listen to the sounds of the stars
You came naked on the backs of the celestial storks
Writing fresh folklore with every foot step
You crept over the blue threshold
Through manifest and manifold
Through tumbleweed and milky way,
Starspray, and mothers milk.
You grew through eyes of needles and bundles of sage
You knew through rings of trees, through wings of bees
through amber sap and rage
You came upon this moment in the golden age,
Smoulder cheeked and comet eyed
And that
was just the start
you lit a fire inside your heart
and crept through fields of sleeping stars
to hang your moon on the back of a mountain
and open up all your eyes with a gasp
clasping all the impossible moments with tiny hands
you drew a circle in the sand and
somehow, it saved you,
As you gazed through the grey dew
and gawked at all the silver strings
strung out between the mundane things;
shoeboxes full of dustmites and eternity
and me
somewhere, in some imagination
as every layer of time pealed back
I was you and you were her and all the hands were dust to dust
And ether to ether
Grass and earth and stones beneath her
Ancestors and bones to teach her
Be still child
And know the nectar of nothingness
In the beginning times when you and I were seeds of stars our heartbeat was a future memory and the melody that the sun tells to the sky
Let this momentary lull within your skull be your long lost lullaby
Let the sun slide down your tongue
Let the moon be your window
Let the river run through you
The water is alive.