From the Heavens

Staring into the dark,
Star-less night, under the apparent heavens
I imagine a star, shining.
Growing,
Turning into a familiar semblance.

Haunting dreams; fashion
Not blood-curdling, but calming.
Singing to my urchin self, sleeping in the dream
Lullabies,
Soothing me to an oblivious existence.

Waking to the crack,
Of white light, under the stated heavens
I rush to her, hurrying
Never,
Tiring on my journey over the usual distance.

Ordaining myself, not to,
I fall, like an angel from the heavens
Desire and lust, burning
And,
Liaising a need in my intrigued conscience.