If I collect all the stars tonight
Mix them in a bucket like paint,
From their glow will a new color
Emerge as yet unknown?
In time I can name it, after
I toss them back scattered
For the gazers to see
In the relit night.
Newness reflects a myth
Like truth on still water
Whose gentle murmur speaks
A code no cypher requires.
Just a short walk in sand
Under the mixed up sky
That decorates our world
And see what I hear.
A bystander eavesdrops and asks
“How will I see what you hear?”
The brush dipped in the bucket
Whistles in the glimmering remains.
We sit down on the sand together
While the water dances to the song
That trickles out of the truth
Naming the stillness we know.