He had a way with stone;
currying favor..
seducing cool marble till she bend to his beckon,
finding the strengths within her
that he wanted to see.

He could sing granite alive,
shape-shifting living bone
earth bone
to his vision…

His gift was rare...
as was mine.

The stone singers lineage lingered longest
after they came..
Sought out by them for temple tributes,
those gifts survived.
Flattery and fame fed the losses
and a warm bed was welcomed in those days
when light lines were dimming.

Held in the orbit of their great star
brutal white light searing our minds
from eons past,
we succumbed.
Stardust shifts till carbon markers lose their way
home.
We could not hear the star songs
that sang for our salvation.
We were forgotten.

They begat,
sewing gene codes
amoung the conquered,
trading sons
for the glory of dominion
over all.

Each century they search for us
to burn stardust from us.
Our earth codes
our passage home.

Forgotten,
until he found me.

Velvet horn awaken
Spring forest sounding..

Deep earth summons...
Drum beat answers from dormant star-seeds..
 

“Listen” he said...
“Their star has died long since,
and all that entered through there
leave by the black hole that awaits them.
The last of their light dissipates.
The awakening dawn shines through
with new configurations of starlight
that tap codes within us.

Awaken,
from a hundred thousand years of slavery’s sleep
from the spells that bound life
in the hopeless terror
of a meaningless existence.

Awaken
And remember
Who we are.”