Dawnstar in starlite Night

I saw the stars descend from sky, one by one, like thoughts let go: Silver serpents stitched the aether nigh, as if the dark itself could know… – a new poem set to new music.

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Dawnstar in starlite Night

I saw the stars descend from sky,
One by one, like thoughts let go:
Silver serpents stitched the aether nigh,
As if the dark itself could know…

I saw kings and I saw their knights,
Their splendid banners torn by time:
Great crowds advancing into night,
As if the sea could learn to chime.

No matter how bravely they wage their wars,
In search of power, glory, and a Name:
They fade like echoes through locked doors,
And every triumph yields to flame.

Like frost on glass, like smoke on wind,
Like a prayer that loses its own sound:
All things we raise are things we rescind
When silence calls us back to ground.

What is a crown, when the mind grows old?
What is a name, when the earth takes all?
We chase the dawn through hours bought and sold,
And call it wisdom when we fall.

For every breath is a borrowed spark,
For every road a vanishing line:
We walk our questions through the dark,
And find ourselves in what we leave behind.

O, may the soul be light as rain,
And let the heart not cling to flame:
For every empire turns to dust in vain,
But mercy keeps the humble in its name.

What fades from sight may not be lost,
What bends with grace may yet endure:
The truest treasure bears no cost,
And the deepest knowing is quiet, pure.

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