Stardust to stardust

Bodiless,
you fly in space
away, away,
sounding the deep stars.

Breathless,
your voice leaves
the daylight rippling along longitudes
acre by acre
from city to storm.

Your mysterious eyes
are ashes scattered in mourning
and the sea breathes.

Night
is an infinitesimal point
within a secret grain.
It swells to aeons
where you fly outside of time.

Far from air
you call on stars unborn
from black abstract
to brilliant flame.

Far from earth
your spirit flies
whirling the worlds
to life.