in its struggle with the sun
the moon is exiled among the stars
as it surges through the sky
against the shatter of daybreak

and you may find it easy
to become lost in such a human world
but you cannot stop the river's rage
until every drop of it is spent

close your eyes and let the poison run deep
and i will find it within myself
to teach the soldiers how to breathe
to teach the hungry how to sleep

but why must we walk against such winds?
when the winter that lies at the mountain's peak
can quiet our hearts
and leave us to stagger in the journey down

but i would much rather leave you
with this world in your grip
and i suffer the silence
of a closed casket service

for when i am buried beneath a bed of soil
i will not weep
but smile to know
that roots will grow from whence i sleep

and perhaps someday a tree will tower
from over an unmarked grave
a tree that will age through undying years
and teach of what i gave

but what i must beg of you
is to continue to dance as the golden child
and to look back
to the scenes that flash across a broken projector

and if you've not gone too far
remember the gifts that i have given
and the skin that i have scarred
and smile to see my life
as a constellation, an exile among the stars.