Stardust

It was a clear sky of lustrous-blue,

the ageless crown of sun glimmering,

when the cold promise of death took over

the spark if his life

The day's light suddenly went out;

above spilled the ink of a starless night,

but he soared it without fear.

He can see through it.

For after turning to ashes and dust,

he opens his eyes with a light;

an invitation, a call for him to come home—

to return in the ever-burning stars.