Highest Star

Under the vault of heavens

I stood alone, waiting

The blaze of silver shining in my eyes

My hands of gleaming gold

The red of iron in my veins

The blue of steel in my bones

The sparkle of blackness of coal in my hair

My chest golden with waved

It is my heaven

It has my eyes

It is my space

It has my shape

I knew it was my masterwork

I felt the strength of gods

Revised the soaring heights

Let the heavens be aligned

I listened with care the place for the moon

Made sure of the tones

Painted through void the route for the sun

Made out the locus of stars

I pierced the distant dome

For the lights to seep through

I checked the curves of borders of all

And placed the highest star

It worked and sun and danced

It shone and gloved and gleaned

It circled, curved and blazed

It pulsed, burned and waned

It flowed from my bones

And bolted from my fingers

And settled on and over me

And made me face my longing