On Ēriks Ešenvalds’s “Stars”

 

Break me gently

Be spilled your light this

song has been the companion

Of my soul for before I was born

Hushing followed like a quiet

A cracking home and the walls

Fall down to you bowed

Sentries silk and armor

Labor

Labor of my soul, lover

Of myself, go gently

Into glory, you spoke

Me into life.

One secret gentle in abundance

Explored me tender ‘til

I find myself a small surrender

A last memory framed

in grass and light where

Walks an angel savior of my silent

Soul, humble and old

Ancient friend, ahead of me

before.

A small crack

Into eternity render me

Oh most love, sweet ripe and life

And the pain of over beauty

And the bigness of heavens

The sounds in this sky and all skies

Jewels in and out of myself

 

Encrusting the very birth of

Every new possible

Every growth in light

The birth of lights and

Awe in everlasting

Everlasting

Everlasting

Last.

The majesty

Is

Always

Stars.

 

 

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