Today I awakened,
words like gemstones
falling from my mouth.
The morning duties,
the birds, the cars.
Perhaps this gift of mine,
these thoughts that form
a constellation between
the recesses of my heart and mind
is to make up for all my lost years:
She, gate keeper of the soul's dictionary.
And you, my friend?
I suppose these lines,
be they in poems or in music,
these lines at once reveal my hidden truths,
those things I say only in times of death
or deep purity...
and at once they allow me
to circle my secrets
in an ecstasy
that erases the pain from where
and how long I have starved:
were my heart but fed by breath alone-
ah, but it is,
it must be,
for I dance upon a table
where no banquet ever showed.
And tell me, my dear one, my darling,
what is it like to be the beloved
in a world that tosses love out the window
like medieval trash?
become archaic in the
light of love's dawn
and every lover
their city to be false.
Silence, you say?
(Deep, roaring laughter, the swell and groan
of love making between planets.)
Well. I will tell you,
my beloved muse,
what it is like to be creatrix
of so much nothingness
and so many pearls:
it is like swimming in this sea of stars
and feasting upon the light
never wanting for anything
except for a single human touch
where so few of us are truly human
for when we threw that love out the window
into the gutters and the plains
we threw ourselves.
I am human.
I am stardust.
I am human.
(Planets, roaring with laughter again.)
These stars, these words, these diamonds, these pearls.
These stars... these words.... these-