Silver Stars

Tell the silver stars I’m coming

When the art has been inked and the songs have been sung

The poems have been written and read

I’ll be flying to them

There will be streaks in my wake, like meteors

My legacy, brimming with creation

Tell the stars I’m coming

I will live among them as I live among people

Chaotically, stumbling and grinning

Hoping against everything to be lucky 

And remain happy

And remain safe

Passing along what I can, to the ones who can be helped

Tell them it’s only a matter of time now

Life is as long as it is short

It can be as full as you like it

Or as empty

Ever moving, no moment the same

Silver sand in an hourglass

A grand and complex antique clock, winding down

Tell the silver stars I’m coming

They will know all my stories already

From their omniscient place in the void

But they will hear it all again, gladly

For the sheer life of it, the hardship and euphoria

The honesty

The inevitable end

I am just another silver star in the sky