Worldsong

From the stars, I rise

stumbling through the sunlight

Borne from Diyu's haze

Summoning cherubs

winking at simplicities

Consequence, she waits

Roots seek quiet earth,

sacred bonds of creation

Like the bud, I bloom

As dust seeks trinkets

I convene with time's good grace--

The pale horse beckons

I sift through the ash

dancing into stretched shadows

With the stars, I meld