We them

My eyes are kissed by stars,

With the light of millions of years

Brought to life here this place

On a wave of billions of tears,

Carried through the centuries,

Of hope, sweat and fears

My eyes are filled with crimson skies

As in time past blessed human eyes

The glowing orange silken moon

 Seen from icy waste to desert dune

Ancient gazers saw and knew

And lived there under in attune

My heart has burst in burning song

As those long gone and yet to come

Suspended in this life of time

As are all to live, theirs too called mine

Rippling echoes of all lives past

Held in the mould, the present cast

My breath has run to drink wind in

Different lyric and tune, plays to sing

To taste the bitter sweet as every tong

Yet sings the same as human sung

And thought its body every self

Lost the truth, every self as one

My soul takes flight in spirit born

On wings of light as constant dawn

Self is the gift...unique in fashion

And to every other self

Selflessness gives to self

True compassion