The silent stars
whirl around you, over you,
And you ponder the life
of standing, of jumping, of sleeping,
And you sit,
feeling that destiny lasts forever,
nothing is forever,
And you grow older,
the memories start to fade,
And love is spilled, unmade,
today, tonight, tomorrow,
the day after,
And the day before.
All has been said,
And nothing has been lived,
all that needed remembrance,
all that had meaning, truth, the poetry of poverty,
The African skies,
The song of a thousand hearts,
The Prince and the Queen,
And the Rook, and the Soldier,
desire does not back down,
And you ponder the meaning of sitting,
And the stars turn to a smiling animal aurora,
And you foresee the future in multiple red ribbons,
One thousand million days pass through your eyes,
The rain falls,
The sun rises,
And happiness unfolds.