Improvisation

Fallen star, falling sun - held together by force of will from sources a million million years old.
I come careering wayward along my own way, a path carved and curved as I go - slow or wholly as light.
Amongst the faithless, we are the fateless. Each our own and our own is where we make our homes.
Eight minutes to the sun and back is a lifetime we could negate or embrace. And are we not starlight after all?
Footfalls upon the earth and we fall away from the outward voids and the cold, where we shall end.
Flesh and bone. Wood and stone. Air and sea. Time to see. I wend my way and suspend the tedium in days.
I would halve myself and give half my heart - or the whole -  to you, if you would ascend with me to hell and descend to heaven.
Beginning where I end, I am the son of the sun and my being stardust.
Fallen star, falling sun - held together by force and will and a million million years.

Ex Tempore LVIII
M.M. — 15-Aug-2013