I see the pale stars blinking from between the leaves
Those brushing hands cradling the eyes of the deep-ocean sky
Blinking
Blinking
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The trees are whispering like the showering droplets from the sky
Combing the air like gentle soft brushes, supplicant
Gazing on my dark self as they seek my assurance
My protection
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The moonlight is caught in my eyes
Glimmering on the points of my fur like drops of ice
Midnight. The silence is to perfection around me
Save the silent singing of the arched branches
Upon the monumental mesas of ancient stone
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I gaze to the sky, upon the highest point
And the stars seem to point towards the place I stand
I feel their gladness and sorrow, every emotion, for they feel
Indeed
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My world’s beauty was sustained by one of them
A fallen being from the celestial spheres
One who used to sing in harmony with their perfect music
And then sank through the depths of the ocean above
To land among the broken fragments of heaven,
And the devastation of shaken wastelands
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And breathed life into it all.
But once its partner-star had vanished from our sky
It fell into a sleep from which I thought it would never wake
It did, a millennium later.
And millennium after millennium
The smiling face never vanished, held in its safeguard of violet prisms
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And each time, I would stand guard and wait
It is the instinct of our kind to guard the living
And for this was a star, it lived as well, and I took on the job
It was my father’s, his father’s, my every predecessor’s
It was now mine.
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Its next rebirth was due again. And that year
I was careless. I allowed it to be stolen from me.
At the most important point in time, of all times
Among every of the years that had spun by, I had failed!
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The sky is a gleaming dish of deep water
There is no end to what I see, no matter how far I have searched
They watch me, eyes that blink so irregularly, so scarcely
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It fills my eyes, and I feel as if I might drown in it
Beneath the swishing treetops of the highest point
Passed on both sides, by the wind that rings the leaves like bells
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Then the skies, the trees, the roots at my paws
They are crying out, calling in beseeching to their founder
Their saviour and their strength
As they do each time it awakens
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It has come! In the distance, I can see it shining
Even beyond a thousand walls, across a million blades of grass
My beautiful star has risen from its sleep of crystal
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And I must find it.
Leave this vast nest of old stone and wind-stirred leaves
Of endless starlight and washing waves of imagination.
Turn my path
To the world of artificial light, upon the most jagged horizon.
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Wait yet, I shall arrive for you.
