the seekers of a stellar race

have disappeared without a trace

could they have found the distant place

they have longed to go



opposite four corners lie

rise to kiss to meet the sky

in images the secrets hide

how could they have known them



now Jupiter deceives the stars

to dance in masquerade with mars

while sabbath moon casts shadows far

to wake a final dawn

the heretics that gazed the sky

left us not a reason why

or did they try



painter of the stars

sailing the ghost ships of a poets mind

song silence dry bush in hand

spinning webs of images from the sun



the windless ships have trimmed their sails

to caravan beyond the the astral skies

why can't we just spread our wings and fly

oh how we try



the flames of sorrow blazing on

to light the sun of babylon

while bloody moon lies dying on her own sword

dying long



child of tomorrow cries

unsung hero lays and dies

await the final sacrifice

another prophet song