Hymn to the Stars

Whenever Earth gets you down you just have to look up in wonderment...

Whenever I pull into the 
driveway after a long day’s 
work in the matrix, 
I’ll step out of the car,
and sneak a peek
at the night sky, 
looking for one or 
two of you, sometimes 
entire fields
like over Sedona
or Glenwood Springs
as if an angel
scattered flour
across the night’s
kitchen counter.

O stars
how I long 
to hear something 
of your celestial song!

You cluster together
in the cosmic microscope,
bioluminescent fishes swimming in celestial seas.

A veritable zoo swirling 
with celestial deities
going about their
divine activities,
as they beam down
electromagnetic melodies
through terrestrial portals
to guide our human destinies.

Once upon a time,
Dante, Apollinaire, 
Hermes Trismegistus,
Orpheus, and so many
other poets and mystics
heard the music of the spheres
easier, clearer and sweeter
bringing those devout
listeners to holy tears.

Once upon a time
it was easier to
call upon the muses
and receive their
guiding signal--
before the internet
movies, TV, radio, 
video games and all 
that technoindustrial
electromagnetic crap
blew our collective
mental fuses.

We could hear your
distant melodies 
better back then
than today.
Even better than 
radio telescopes
that don’t pick up 
anything except
the big bear growling
the little bear meowing
or an alien farting.

Maybe
you were even 
closer to the Earth 
then
than now.

God 
buried a star
within each of 
our hearts, 
and gives us
the chance to 
follow it
everyday.

And if we listen
to Dante’s advice…

(“If thou follow thy star, 
thou canst not fail 
of a glorious heaven”)

and use our own Jimmy
Webb telescopes to gaze 
into our souls’ night sky, 
we’ll hear the soaring
melody of celestial violins
beaming us to our 
personal paradise.

O stars
how I long 
to hear something 
of your celestial song!

O twinkling blinking singing stars!