The Dark, Hollow Halo of Space
Rock of all, my marble, stone
of my tomb and my stairs. More firm
than granite in mountains, you are older
than immortal diamond and gold.
My body is putty, a tiny blue planet
in the dark, hollow halo of space.
Billions of bonfires are specks
in your eye, maker of fabulous galaxies
far from earth, and all burning. My heart
burns slowly, unnoticed, as gold burns,
even novas Iíve never seen.
Iím numbed by the buckshot of stars,
trillions of tons in each one. When the air
Iím made from is ash, only dust Iíll become.
And go when You call, where You are,
stone of my tomb and my stairs.