Life Beyond The Stars

I do not ask the moon
to explain itself
it is enough
that it bleeds light
onto the dark shoulders
of the sea

Beyond the stars
where silence drinks from
deeper wells, a question pulses
like the slow breath
of sleeping giants
what are we
if not scattered embers
of a fire thrown
into the black

The galaxies
those drifting syllables of God
speak in spirals
I do not understand
their language, but my
bones lean toward it
as if memory itself
was born not
in a womb
but in a supernova

I have loved
with the gravity of planets
clung to bodies
as if they were
lifeboats sailing toward
the infinite hush

What lies beyond
Not heaven perhaps
but a garden where
time forgets its ticking
and souls bloom
not into angels
but into stars
that remember how
to weep and
how to sing

If we go there
let us arrive naked
without our names
without the tired
flags of Earth
Only hearts
only poems
only the music
of a longing
too large for this world.