Scattered Stars

I lie, up to my neck in a lake so dark there is no edge.

Above me is a sea of stars.

The stars are my essence; scattered, luminous and older than time. 

I await a blossoming, a breaking open, a grand unfurling of the spring. 

But winter is long. The world is ice. 

No matter, I will rise. 

I will rise with the green shoots, the stink of earth, the glittering buds.

I will watch my scattered stars pull together in a single dot, for one quick breath. 

The universe will exhale as it throws the stars to their next constellation. 

And, I will step into the next manifestation of myself.