Now shines the last star arising <br />before skyfall is done. <br /> <br />Every pin-point, distinct lamp burns, <br />its starry footprint visible for miles <br />(And those that guide the dawn) <br />You tell yourself <br /> <br />Other stars you're seeing, many miles above <br />are the same storied stars seen <br />before the first lamps were lit, <br />there even before books existed; <br />this is how the night-time scribbles its bright, wandering cyphers <br />across the blue template <br />evening brings, behind ambered curtains. <br /> <br />Glassy shards of starlight <br />cached like lightning bolts at well-bottoms <br />and when that dusky night opens <br />and reflects deeply into it, <br />pools light up that can scarcely reach the shimmering silence above <br />(Like the iris of god opening a shutter, <br />and old lovers are reborn <br />or some angel's work gets done) <br /> <br />Every tale of new worlds lies chambered within; <br />all the characters someday you'll become, <br />before you awaken shivering from your dreams <br />(as the day extinguishes the circumnavigating <br />rondels of darkness) <br />into the never-still pole star of being, invincibly.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-invincibly/
