I just had a dream this morning, where the stars were plummeting out of the night sky. It wasn't a bad thing; something indescribably amazing was about to happen, but I woke up before it could.
At midnight the stars swim after us
We’re buoyant on the surface of a melting world
As our eyes regain their sight
Radiance burns through shadow
And out of us the spectral ribbons curl.
We always knew it would be like this.
The stars have come to burn away the fabrication.
We never were afraid
The darkness always soothed
But now we see the attic door.
The stars journey from their homes in the heavens
Singing of the rapture we’ve been waiting for.
The comets come hurtling after them
As we finally step through the attic door.
Lit not by a dim bulb but by everything
That should have been and longed to be
Upstairs, we’ve come to meet the purpose.
What destroys below doesn’t matter anymore.
And as the sun crashes upon the waves,
Interrupting their unseeing violence
We are no longer Calamity slaves
So just rest and enjoy the silence.