when illusion crumbles away

to be scattered like silt on the wind

the only thing to be trusted is dream

and a star must be seen

as ethereal fire reborn

and remembered as the sacred

of mortal gift

and not the placenta

that is peeling away

I have loved you as man

and as dream and as star

and now I must see

with eyes that see 

what burns in the dark

emerging in transcendent 

transformation

all that was beautiful

lives in my heart

all that is beautiful

will be lived in the dream

and I will surrender illusion

to the flow of what

these spirals must bring

but never this love

staking my sash 

to the ground of this truth

I will sing songs of celebration

for everything that has ever been

in the rebirth of a star

and not move for what shadows

are coming for coup in my head

I came here with love

and after the crumbling

has taken of me what it can

I will rise in love

and by the light 

of a new born star

find my way back

to my own interverse 

having surrendered illusion

but nothing of love