Bleeding constellations

Nothing, not even an ocean,
can douse the weeping fire.
as thorns spear the night
blood stains a constellation

Clouds of stars swathe
reflecting only in my eyes,
goodnight mortals, sleep,
as Amun-Ra rides the light

The thousand billion orbs
contour around horizons,
I, in my robe gasp in awe
that I may bear witness

There is no sound in heaven
but that of my sighing lips,
there is no dawn on earth
but of mans own creation

Nut softly drapes the veils
crepuscular cedes to dark,
elation fills my veins, again
I meet the dim afore dawn

Holding the moon in one hand
inspiration drapes the other,
relinquishing my corporal form
I slowly vanish into the ether

Beware all you nightcrawlers
bewitching are these sights,
far consumed in this beauty
I am not made of this earth.
 
Come,
lay on this fabric brushed heaven,
Let go your chattel and worth.