The stars are far away,
Like choices never chosen,
When all was ready, I was not,
My unreadiness was frozen.

I will pass this way again,
And try to catch the sunlight
Recycling dawn's refrain
Until my readiness is right.

How long till I be weary
How long until I choose
To let go, give all away
And rest complete in you?

The stars are softly singing
Life is stirring in the womb,
Choices leap fiercely bringing
Dark sadness to the tomb.


~~Fiddler 05/28/2002