Night’s gates are never shut and
Dreams escape to play with
Light and break the rules
That make no sense to gods
Who rule lines through the
Signs that say “No ball games”
When the Sun is brazenly
Shining on every ring of
Saturn and every blade
Of grass, as it plays
Ball with us and the stars
And makes Heaven and Earth one.

How old am I? My age is…

A leap of time
Between Death and

Round my soul,
It streaks out to the
Stars, becoming light,

It fuels
Me on or in or
Back or round,  

On how I look at it or
Listen in.