Through The Stars (I Must Go On)

Drifting and weaving

my thoughts leave me

through the whirling constellation of stars forever plunging

I sink to the depth

out of the dark still silence

I send out my call.

The only sound, the steady throbbing,

my heart explodes

the heart of the beast.

I slip along the wild line

as she slides forever forward

haunting and hunting.

Slowly, surely, steadily

careful as I go

one step in front of the other.

Danger surrounds me

picking a path through the myriad of mayhem.

I will be home soon

seeking out the final destination.

The last port of call,

I smell the flesh of hunting’s end

in a journey through the open spaces of the

empty, quiet, still void.

I must go on.

And the beast pushes on

it is in my nature

through the bitter silence

I hear the shadow,

the darkness has a cry

of stars colliding in harmony

Before my eyes.

The sky tells me I am not alone

I must go on.

Stars part and in the emptiness crisp shapes form

I see my constellation and it rises

slowly silhouetting against

the backdrop of daybreak.

I must go on.

© Fergus Martin and Miriam Dunn

2012