By Austin P. Torney
Copyright 2012 Austin P. Torney
Above me, fires burn the stars away;
Below me, the Earth turns under my feet;
Within me, unworded dreams haunt my soul;
Around me, night pours blackness on the ground.
The stars’ light is the origin of our being,
The source of our matter, energy—everything;
Permanent, reassuring, and unquenchable,
It’s our radiant soul, our self-winding mainspring.
Soul to soul, it said to me, I’m the light,
Thy spirit’s sight, a beauty bold and bright,