dust, dream and destiny

contrary to well conceived theories
there is just ONE star that begat me
i was shown its cradle and casket
over the space of a single dream

star-crushed elements were pinched and sprinkled like cinnamon
over that particular green gray space only available
where mountain, stream, and wind meet and mate and flourish

a second star fostered me
born truant,  sired in long grey rivers behind the eyes
it sprung skyward as the lids opened 
and inked the horizon with longing

here i am: dust,  dream,  and destiny
three gossamer threads
climbing from nowhere to everywhere