Behind a dusty veil
lies a cradle of star birth.
Beyond the known, the now,
cries drift through dark matter
Unheard, unheeded, under
a milky blanket far away.
Rock me in the dark deep,
rocket me above the blue yonder
sing me those waves to bring sleep,
faint cries from when time began.
From startdust I rose
to stardust I return.
All that matters, all that matter is
dawns in the city of stars.
Donna Shoemaker (copyright 1998)