I sleep upon the waking hours of stars,
their clear tumbling about us all untrue.
I spin in my bed unknowing, then wake,
walking my days fleet as the earth and sun,
as fast as the Milky Way turns. I race
with you to the ever expanding edge
of forever. We ride dark spiral paths,
wheels within wheels, every atom a storm,
a swirling tremor lights our flesh and bones.
Each new moment is a motion of grace,
stars shifting red and blue, a ballroom dance
in a boundless field, dancers close touching
now swept outward in every direction.
Each shimmering light: a home and a journey.