On Night Winds Winging #1
All the stars that shine no more
are woven in this flesh -
a temple true this body makes
it’s windows gold by candles shine.
Frailty shows upon a glance
at blinded eyes that weep
at bones that fail to keep the form
at sun-worn skin so great with line.
then gaze to see more true
the wonder in the flesh
for all its age
to credit ages
metamorphing starlight stuff afresh.