Sing Wizard
The chant of the North Star.
Glaze the Milky Way
With violets and velvet
If you can.
Sing Wizard
For those
Whose keen eyes
Are fixed on sunsets
That melt in evening
To each other
Like a fawn’s dropped head
In water.
Oh star jeweler
No caskets you make
And what time
You spend at the wheel.
Moment maker,
I see you hiding
Beyond comprehension,
Galactic gladiator
And refiner of twinkle,
Lest we leave the world
Without an art.
- Thomas Vorce