A night of star dust

There is dust on the moon, fire in the sun, star drops falling from the sky

Rust of horizon's gloom, desire begun, tar mops seal a celestial ceiling up high

Watery air, earthy hands hold my feet, scent of wood everywhere

Thin clouds in webs of hair, feathery hands greet blind dreams and share

On the cross of suffering, written words of rhyme that redeem

Comfort, the enemy of poetry, a sleepiness without a dream