When Stars Fall from the Highest Mind…..

When stars fall from the highest 
Mind and sting the soul
Of the left behind
We must mourn
For our souls were sworn
To secrecy in this deep night
To imagine the fragile petals
Breathing with delight
Despite the fright that
Must come before the gentle
Opening of each and every door
We must swallow the sound
And touch the ground of our
Sorest and poorest wounds
Seeping from the weeping that
Wept in the night
The shallow light that spreads
Over our heads and leads
Us to right
Where we
Belong
To 
Song
To truth which is essence
Which is gleaming and streaming
Thru the precious remembrance
Of lives left upon the brink
Of existence
Wondering if they were to breathe
Would they shudder thru the sieve
Of this world
Strained thru to be part of that
Which leaves too soon
Parts and wholes
And partial tolls and lifts
And lefts and rights and 
Tests and matches
And catches and streams and 
Patches of evening glow
If only we could know
The truth behind the flow
So slow
Are we,
Though
In perceiving the rationality
Behind reality
And even as the light penetrates
Our damp skin, 
With our illusions of sin,
We struggle to find the easiest
Way in,
A place to begin to 
Swim in the immense sea
That is me
That is you
That is everywhere embodied in truth
And therein we sing
We sign our names to the times
We’ve tried
But hence have died
Over and over again
To begin again
And perhaps be free
Of that binding grief
That we perceive as gripping
So tightly around that
Which we believe to be
Ours.

Copyright Charleen Johnston 2003

photo edit by Eddie Mason