Whirling Ways that Stars Collide
The secret seams of wonder and light
Those that carry the day and bear the night
Greatly rush through quiet places
And renders memory in strangers’ faces.
Those trails we seek, the roads we walk
The places we stay and persons who talk
Always ask what I am looking for?
What ends I seek, what distant shore? And I, in earnest do reflect, implying not at all…
Simply I am drawn in ways both big and small;
Therefore I submit to gravity’s guide
In the whirling ways that stars collide…
And as the twilight’s hush at close of day
The ways that rivers pull and rush that way
Pulls me in such force, I weary to contain it.
I surrender without wish now, to try restrain it.
Mine, eyes cast forward now, but looking back at me
Such eyes so bright! They are as the bluest sea.
And I must submit to Gravity’s guide,
In the whirling ways that stars collide.
