highest star



under the vault of heavens
ı stood alone, waiting
the blaze of silver shining in my eyes
my hands of gleaming gold
the red of iron in my veins
the blue of steel in my bones
the sparkle of blackness of coal in my hair
my chest golden with waved

ıt is my heaven
ıt has my eyes
ıt is my space
ıt has my shape

ı knew it was my masterwork
ı felt the strength of gods
revised the soaring heights
let the heavens be aligned

ı listened with care the place for the moon
made sure of the tones
painted through void the route for the sun
made out the locus of stars
ı pierced the distant dome
for the lights to seep through
ı checked the curves of borders of all
and placed the highest star

ıt worked and sun and danced
ıt shone and gloved and gleaned
ıt circled, curved and blazed
ıt pulsed, burned and waned

ıt flowed from my bones
and bolted from my fingers
and settled on and over me
and made me face my longing

   le lys dans la vallee   10.06.2009 10:17
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