Star Child

Ashes to ashes...
           Dust to dust...

We are the children of the stars.
A blink in the eternality of time.
Our states and empires built upon the blood and sweat of millions,
Built to take it's place underneath the never setting sun
Crumbles to soft sand in the flood of passing summers.

Standing against the crashing of the waves you pledged an eternity.
But your eternity is hardly enough, merely a lifetime, a short wink
Or that moment between wakefulness and sleep
While I wander amongst my brothers and sisters in the stars, never tiring, never sleeping, never aging, never feeling.
Dear dear child, of what use can your eternity be to me?

You stare out at the stars to search for me
You wait and you wonder, you cry and you bleed.
You canter across these boundless plains, yearning to feel, again, the rush of stardust in your hair.
Your travel endlessly, on boats and cars, by foot and air
Yet what you search for will never be there, on this little circular planet
Where to go forward is to draw tighter the strings of your net.

Out goes the brief candle then, I watch your flame
Flickering against the dark, then begin to wane
For it burnt at both ends, for me,
Then, the last struggling ember glow and fades
As you grow still and cold.

Only then do I hold you again in my arms
When your warmth no longer bleeds into my skin
I will take you into the stars again, dear child,
To that place where the deepest cold seeps through skin, and flesh and bone and blood
And ice locks you away from the ravishes of time
So that I may gaze upon you forever.