When all the work is done
I will go to the sea and
Watch the sinking sun
Releasing the frosty night
On which phantom ships respond
To flashing lighthouses and
Strident night birds
Shake off the stellar dust.
I will then remember
The instructions from the Milky Way,
The liquefaction of my own beginnings,
And follow without fear
The luminosity in the dark
To the very end,
When all the work is done
And I’m a star in the galaxy.
