8 October 1998 (copyright)
by
Amaranth Rose
A golden sun's light warms my
world by day;
At night shine stars from very
far away.
Everything I know, air, earth,
seas and me
From stellar residue has come to
be;
All wondrous things around me
have been made
Of Stardust! Outflung bits of stars have made
A vast universe, worlds, our
world, and me.
What twist of Fate decreed that I
should be
In such wrong places at all the
wrong times?
Can there be so many places and
times
That destruction can rain down
upon us?
By asteroids our world can be
destroyed;
Likewise a child's life can be
destroyed.
I was in the wrong place at the
wrong time,
When someone else broke in on my
life's rhyme,
And smashed my stardust heart and
soul to bits.
Autopilot kept things running,
habit
Kept me lurching, bumping,
struggling about.
I tried to tell what happened,
but you broke
In, cut me off, forced my words
down my throat,
Called them evil lies, forced me
to recant,
Called me "awful
child", said I should repent.
You took a child made from finest
stardust
Bent, twisted and mutilated it
thus,
'Til kinder, gentler, far more
caring hands
Could sort out all the scattered,
shifted sands
To make once more from all this
scattered rust
A precious human child from sweet stardust.