while you walk
through the paths of canvas bright
through the garden of snapping flags
and shimmering firelight
while you walk
over drying fields of green
past grandest gates
and other things you’ve seen
while you walk
upon a cloth-soft floor
to lie upon your curtained bed
and dream of coming war
while you walk
upon the vanished land renewed
I see through your lonely eyes
for nothing they exclude
while you walk
the roads of grass and stone
or pound the hammer long
know that you are not alone
while you walk
and watch the stars to see
soon enough your eyes will rise
and with your star will be.