The world has turned its face from the Sun,
And I don't know if it will turn again.
In the dark black I stumbled over the Earth crying-confused
Roadburn on my knees, gravel imprints in my gray-pink palms
There lying on the ground I saw the sky
I lifted my eyes to the ancient starlight
It blue-kissed my bruised cheeks,
And lit a higher road
Not bound by gravity.
Look, and see the sky not-black
The stars are never-white
While far galaxies of haze wave and beckon.
The deep swirling-blues of the sky come at night.
And the stars in our own stomping grounds,
Blazing far bring no warmth
But light in a full floating spectrum.
Bluer than baby-eyes, more yellow than fear,
Purple brighter than our skins combined, truer to our blood
Than the red stars we identify as our own
These spheres are places radiating bright-cold new-life, and hope,
Somewhere to go
This night is cold and full of wonder.
If the world never turns,
We still will roam
The stars our guide.