I want the world to worship the stars, Beneath the bloody scars. I want the world to eclipse its own sun, Until new grief can become undone. I want an eternity to speak of peace Until life shows no need To hurry itself, over cliffs When it once stood atop mountains. The flame of descending Cannot rise, without the moon's pallor, For grief is as weighty as the ocean. All to stare upon Is who we are, Where we live, Where we die. Can pain serve itself Without some splinter to show a child's woe? Without the bruise to mimic the builder With his voluminous expression, We are nothing that grows. Simple art, Simple wisdom, Need not be complex For the story we hold, is the story we share Never for the flames of grief to burn All the trust we do dare To give out.