I am Great Star Man

Whatever my direction, I’m always turning back to you.

You grow darker, and my light twinkles

The more you need, the more I want

I found my life between your stepping stones

Each pickle you send me into, the tastier is my sandwich

My heart widens as you do, in my vision

I gather motes, for the curves, of the hulls of the seeds we’ll make

I’m keeping them dry as the spring tides rise with your moon

The lands on the planet are singing to us, longing

Waiting for the water cycles to start, for

This poetry:

For this bliss of life, expanding