A Field of Stars to Light Your Way
There were the beaches of your youth
where you marked impossible feats in the cool
that you tossed up in cartwheels,
piled up in castles
and burrowed under.
You built and destroyed and built again.
You shone with the dust of eons on your skin.
You collected tales of seafaring folk,
like polished stones
that you shifted
in your pockets and carried home.
Older, you watched the sky for storms.
You got a dog that barked at sea foam.
You never stayed long.
Then older still,
eccentric and wild-eyed
you climbed to the top of the cliffs,
and you cried:
“I lost everything here. Life was so hard.”
THE COAST with its cliffs jagged and worn
and rivers that spilled and mixed with the brine,
forests old before prophets were born,
all your kin, all your life, all your time,
all those who would have called you back
are gone and you’re
like a tiny raft lost in the ocean’s sway
a field of stars
a field of stars to light your way.
Thanks to you Charlie and John Cale and Oliver Schroer who plays in this video.