The King of Ants and Stars
Ghosts of passion dance in fires shadow.
What happened to the open fields, the meadows,
where the children passed the time so sweetly in sage?
A kiss of love for the passing jackal.
Brother won't you save me from the bumble bees!
calloused feet dash across the field,
none can catch me, none can dare;
For i am my own god, lord of earth and air.
Ant hills speck the lot from birds eye;
they speak my name as creater.
For who is the earth caked boy,
who stands at length with the moon?
The stars he brethren as he runs at night,
guiding fathers to his kingdom
of three acres midnight green
His home, his love, his light.
Untouched by fear, untouched by pain,
nothing to lose and all to gain.
Passion never was the same,
as sprinting feet through the summers grain
Tears fill the eyes of the creator,
for he will never be greater
than standing over his fiefdoms grand,
and holding times fading hand.