Celestial Poem

I step back from the edge of a pure black void ,
Muttering ancient names in forgotten tongues .
Staring up in the jewelled sky ,
Torn asunder by a moonbeam's silver slipper ,
I bare my bones beneath the Balancer's Eye ,
And cry never ever out into the chasmal cosmos .
The universe yawns and lands its long-armed blows .
By force of thunder , I'm thrust through the firmament ,
Slingshot somewhere out past the astral plane .
Lost in time , lost in space .
I scan the spinning sky and anon I spy an emerald star ; this I follow .
Across eons , beneath black oceans , past places where darkness cools and pools when the night is over ,
I followed the emerald star and by and by I return , diminished and daunted .
The flowers grow and wilt and die , while I wait beside the river , with the secret of life in hand ,
Staring into the pure black void .