Highest Star

Under the vault of heavens
I stood alone, waiting
The blaze of silver shining in my eyes
My hands gleaming gold
The red of iron in my veins
The blue of steel in my bones
The sparkle and blackness of coal in my hair
My chest golden with waves

It is my heaven
It has my eyes
It is my space
It has my shape

I knew it was my masterwork
I felt the strength of gods
Revised the soaring heights
Let the heavens be aligned
Heavens be aligned

I listened with care the place for the moon
Made sure of the tones
Painted through void the route for the sun
Made out the locus of stars
I pierced the distant dome
For the light to seep through
I checked the curves and borders of all
And placed the highest star

It worked and sung and danced
It shone and gloved and gleaned
It circled, curved and blazed
It pulsed, burned and waned
Burned and waned

It flowed from my bones
Bolted from my fingers
And settled on and over me
And made me face my longing