I dreamed I stood in silence
Beneath a shattered golden sky,
While the stars rained down like tears
Blinked from a universal eye.
And in my fist I held
All that I’d ever truly owned,
Yet my fingers closed on air,
Clutching only my skin and bone.
But something in that gesture
Hinted at more than I could see,
That like my skin the air
Was just as much a part of me.
And I’d found I owned nothing
For I already had it all,
I was the gold that streaked the sky
And every star still yet to fall.
It was this that I held onto
When I finally awoke,
To find a sky the brightest blue
That showed no sign it ever broke.