No Space Stars Fall Here

Whitened face deep in the sky.
She watched me as I cried.
My tears shimmered like glass.
Shattering upon my windowsill.

She whispered to me with hope.
Her voice was that of a distant star.
She sang me into slumber.
That night I dreamed about white sand.

I stood at the edge of the world.
I looked out upon an ocean of deepest black.
The water was bursting with stars and entire galaxies.
In these dark waters I found a dancer.

Her skin was of wood, and her eyes of stone.
She was bound by a million strings.
I swam to her and cut her free.
She spun about me and became like wind.

From star to star she leaped.
Her feet knew no bounds,
And her heart shined like a sunset.
That glow made her transparent.

The dancer had nothing to hide.
She only wished to create.
I followed her among the sea of stars.
The colors of space were brilliant hues.

In a cloud of green she left me,
There stood a child, waiting expectantly.
Short brown hair, face like a doll.
She smiled at me, and giggled.

She led me further and sang along the way.
Her songs lead us bravely forward.
The air began to chill, the stars dimmed.
With a start she stopped.

She daintily pointed to a great crystal.
It was suspended in the heavens.
I approached with caution, beating heart.
It was made like a mirror, I was blind.

I could see nothing inside, and I turned back.
The child had evaporated, like water.
I turned back and stared at my image.
An eerie light came upon me.

Hues of green, pink, and deep purple,
Gently descending from nowhere.
With their arrival the crystal changed.
The hard surface began to melt.

It looked like quicksilver as it fell through space,
Disappearing deep within the depths of darkness.
Like lanterns the stars hung all about.
The colors gently blended around me.

When the crystal was dissipated,
There stood a being.
His eyes were hot ice,
His face was kind.

I knew this was the end.
The white woman beckoned me.
Her round face came into view.
I immediately returned to the World.

Her white face no longer hung in the sky.
Her brother stood smartly in her stead.
I yawned from my journey’s taxation.
I rose to my mirror.

In the reflection were eyes,
Hot ice,
Kind face,
Behind me, holding me so lovingly.