Sometimes between my dreams in the
deep hours of night. I hear the stars
whisper that I have the soul of
They whisper you are wrong for Earth,
too tender, too fiery, too wise.
Confused I awake, longing for
Bright, beautiful, brilliant - they
are strangely melancholic - they
softly, sweetly, sing sweet blue notes.
Your planet is dying, bleeding
scarlet into the universe.
Through veiled whispers in muted sobs,
Mankind is the saddest species,
Knowing full well his actions are
Killing his mother - Earth- and while
Killing the mother, his brethren.
Slow, slow suffocation, soon
The stars will bring you all home and
nuture, love you and return you
to your natural state trailing
starlight, celestial love - love.