A Star Is Too Far
Through water iridescent
Through darkness effervescent
Some never see the spreading sky
Some go and go and never by.
To stone stretched out in range on range
that stared up at the newborn sky
the final lot here falls to lie
where light is lost and air is strange.
Here lies entombed in wave on wave
Earth, the universal grave.
But a star is too far:
of a body since dead;
Arrow of gold from an archer since fled;
from fire gone dark.
Stars are holes pricked in the night;
Merry distant torches alight,
lining the roads of an upside-down park.